Icosahedron: The Death of Your Body

Digging into the soil
 The manifested madness
 showing us remarkable quests
 May thy be those goals
 During our stay
 between the grinding wheels of the great design
 our souls crushed between the teeth
 Flesh reduced to rags
 Pierced through all possibilities
 and plunged into the abyss
 Time will be reversed
 Too much to suffer
 Lost in the depths of our pain
 Consciousness faded
 The black hole will be the last to be seen
 Natural laws will not apply
 Idiosyncrasy
 Not one piercing eye
 Not one prophetic clear view
 Not one prophetic clear view
 Over our nightly executioners
 This hunger
 for perfection
 flooding our eyes
 A demon in disguise
 Look at the omnipotent one
 Grey, meager, and bent
 Ready to be cut down
 by scythe and fire
 The essence made our hearts shrivel
 No prayer from the west
 nor from the east
 could save you from your megalomania
 Instead of wandering in dreams,
 intoxicated by chants and incense
 Prowling and yearning
 You will die
 Strung out in that rich embrace
 The real commencement of the body of god
 This earthly commandment
 This earthly commandment