Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

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

To reconnect filled clusters
Our encaphalic skill, we
To arterial paths
Our engage in a blood bath

To reset and bone
Our mending powers are
To restart cardial
Our is heating

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

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

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

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

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

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

still hearts should 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
rotting lungs shall heave with breath
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after