Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life

Augers employed to and peel
Gilding steel with paste of bone meal
skulls disassembled and scored
With sanguine expectations, meticulously

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

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

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

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an dilemma to be sure
That a body can be to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life