Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to alter bone and
An stiff to now provide
A link to the soul resides

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers employed to crack and
steel teeth with paste of bone meal
Their skulls disassembled and
sanguine expectations, meticulously gored

To reconnect nerve filled
Our skill, we muster
To arterial paths
Our hands in a blood bath

To reset and bone
Our powers are hewn
To cardial beating
Our defibrillator is

A hammer to drive the in
A to alter bone and skin
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the resides

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

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

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

This brain in a submerged
From a cranium purged
jellied ganglia to reconnect
From the to the neck

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

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to alter bone and
An stiff to now provide
A link to the soul resides

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after