Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to alter bone and
An algid stiff to now
A link to where the resides

That still hearts should pulse with
Is an dilemma to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an to decipher without compunction

the dead may in mere slumber lie
Is a query that us to coax a reply
That rotting lungs shall heave breath
Is truly a matter of and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers employed to and peel
Gilding teeth with paste of bone meal
skulls disassembled and scored
With sanguine expectations, meticulously

To nerve filled clusters
Our skill, we muster
To reinstate arterial
Our hands in a blood bath

To reset joint and
Our mending are hewn
To restart beating
Our defibrillator is

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An algid stiff to now
A link to where the resides

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an ethical to be sure
That a can be made to function
Is an enigma to without compunction

That the may in mere slumber lie
Is a query that begs us to coax a
That rotting lungs shall heave with
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life

dripping a potion
To rekindle
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I shall get used to the smell

of catgut carefully stitched
Securing intestines in pitch
Along the sciatic, are defrayed
In our conclave, remade

This in a solution submerged
From a we've purged
This jellied to reconnect
From the to the neck

This artery and shall rehydrate
From pulmonary functions we'll
human tabula rasa we've sewn
From it, coaxed, secrets to life

A to drive the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An algid to now provide
A to where the soul resides

That still hearts should pulse ichor
Is an ethical to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an to decipher without compunction

That the dead may in slumber lie
Is a that begs us to coax a reply
That rotting lungs shall with breath
Is truly a matter of life and

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life