The perfection of the spirit Perform the ritual of dying Deep in yourself, On the somber set scene Make no mistake You must already be there Retreat your body And your mind inside Consider it already over You must be dead by now Leave the gate And the enemy is silently waiting So die already Disheartening mind And no one can stand before you Stand before you Then let the torments begin And meditations set up behind closed eyes Your flesh being ripped by arrows And bullets from blazing guns Knives carve holes in your chest And spears impale every limb Surging waves carry you away And waters burst your lungs You are thrown into the midst of great fire Then in heavy storm struck down by lighting A mighty earthquake shakes and eats you up Then you fall from a thousand-foot cliff (Repeat)