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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life

Augers to crack and peel
Gilding steel teeth with paste of meal
Their skulls disassembled and
With sanguine expectations, meticulously

To reconnect nerve clusters
Our skill, we muster
To reinstate arterial
Our engage in a blood bath

To joint and bone
Our powers are hewn
To restart beating
Our defibrillator is

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

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

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

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

This artery and vein shall
From functions we'll resuscitate
This human tabula rasa we've
From it, coaxed, secrets to life

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life