The Weaver of Tendons Songtext
von Aversio Humanitatis

Layers of layers of layers of flesh
Skin thick as stone and blood iron stretch
Monuments of failure rising tall
An insufferability of the true nature of all
Of all things so corrupt and small
So corrupt and small
Cut, grind the stone
Mold the steel, carve the bone
Burn, feel the rage
Rise the mould, submit to the pain
Stretch, turn the wheel
Turn the tendons, grind the teeth
Nail, cut the string
Force the joints, fix the piece
Cut clean, cut clean Cut clean, cut clean
Immaculate lines of sharp white lines
Cut to the shape of vertical lines
Unifying the astral core
Of all materialized souls
I′m soul and nothing at all
I'm soul and nothing, nothing at all
Stand proud of the dead bodies
Of blundering and basic bodies
And touch the core of something prime
I am soul and nothing, nothing at all
A core of something prime
I am soul and nothing at all
I′m nothing