Icosahedron: The Death of Your Body - Dodecahedron

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 pircing eye

Not one prophtic clear view

Not one prophetic clear view

Over our nightly executioners

This hunger

For perfection

Flooding our eyes

A demon in disguise