Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life

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

To reconnect 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 is heating

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

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

That the may in mere slumber lie
Is a query that begs us to a reply
That lungs shall heave with breath
Is truly a matter of life and

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Intra-venously a potion
To locomotion
Old hat at plundering lifeless
But I never get used to the smell

Sutures of carefully stitched
Securing intestines in torsal
Along the sciatic, nerves are
In our conclave, bodies

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

This artery and shall rehydrate
From pulmonary functions resuscitate
This human tabula rasa sewn
From it, coaxed, secrets to life

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

That still hearts should pulse ichor
Is an ethical to be sure
That a can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life