Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

That still hearts should pulse with
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 query that begs us to coax a
That lungs shall heave with breath
Is truly a matter of life and

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

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

To nerve filled clusters
Our encaphalic skill, we
To arterial paths
Our hands engage in a bath

To reset and bone
Our mending are hewn
To restart cardial
Our defibrillator is

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

still hearts should pulse with 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 that us to coax a reply
rotting lungs shall heave with breath
Is a matter of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life

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

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

brain in a solution submerged
From a cranium 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, to life unknown

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

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