The stories behind Blade of the Microtome

• Liner Notes: Blade of the Microtome Leans into Symphonic Folk Metal — Take B accelerates to 150 BPM, trading electro-synth textures for shamisen flourishes, heavy guitars, and operatic delivery.
• Blade of the Microtome and the Geometry of Pathology — When tissue sections tear at the knife edge, clinical diagnosis halts until precision calibration restores the cut.

Lyrics

For my cross

Thinner than a spider's silk

On and on and on

In the quiet pathology hall of

Theoprodam The pathology doctor is pacing up and down

The tissue microdome refuses to slice

Tearing the samples like jagged rivers I'm on the other side of the moon

by the wooden tree

Tuning in the diamond edge in the ancient way

Not a micron of shadow, not an angle that's skewed

The sacred precision passed down from the true world

Test the facet angle with a breath so still

Matching the soul to the master's will

Zero tolerance,

sharper than thought Wisdom that no hasty -minded head has won

Blade of the micro -tombo, cut through the knife

REVEALING THE TRUTH IN

THE LABORATORY LABOR SHUMMIES

AND ROARS, TITLE GROUNDS

SHAKE THE FEELMEN HONOR

THAT NO ONE CAN

BREAK FOR MY GROOMS

CLEAN AS PURE AS the snow

So Christ, our Lord, your vision

May peacefully grow

-ooh -ooh

A river of glass that the microscopes feel

The cellular margins are pristine and clear

Banishing every uncertainty and fear

The doctor bows low with a thankful respect

To the master who saved what was all lost wrecked

Technology is steel but the spirit is mine

A sacred connection for all humankind

When the blade is aligned with the disciplined heart

It's medicine and on and on, never apart

Blade Blade of the microtome, cut through the night

Revealing the truth in the laboratory light

Chimneys and roars, ticodrons shake

A vehement honor that no one can break

For a micron's clean as pure as the snow

So our God of division may

peacefully grow

For my cross

Thank you for your service