This song is the lyrical equivalent of the star destroyer looming over the screen at the opening of the original Star Wars film. If Darth Vader listened to music in his little meditation-sphere, this would be it. After 22,000 listens, it remains a leviathan. Unfathomable.
You know, it's funny - without my sarcophagus, I die, too. Well, not so much die as develop a really irritating rash. It chafes underneath my deep-cosmos battle chainmail. It can really put a dent in your day, ex-sarcophagus rash. It certainly hinders my undying plans for the enslavement of feeble, blasphemed souls. Remember kids, your history is not your own. I taught you wisdom and science. But if you can cure ex-sarcophagus rash, you will be spared.