Song Analysis: Dark Tranquillity - Still-moving Sinews

Since my life is a fathomless void of unproductive-ness, I spend a lot of time thinking about music and trying to pin meaning to lyrics. My favorite band (melodeath forefathers Dark Tranquillity) is often the object, because I find their lyrics amazing! This song has been on my mind all day. You can find it at lastfm, emusic, or if all else fails, youtube. If you have a different take on the song, or disagree with me on any bit, please feel free to share! I'd love another perspective.

I.
"No one survives such an attack,
and we all stood like monuments,
bearing the nails in her back.
Still-moving sinews in a graceful impression of life.
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts,
fold, fear and die."

This snippet, to me, describes a brutal murder, which "we" all took part in, and didn't flinch at, even as we watched "her" slowly die. That's quite something. To any civilized folk, the abhorrence of that is not lost.

II.
"Ten fingers driven,
through the heart, through the core.
As I stare into those strange magnetic eyes,
and wonder, wonder for you, wonder for me,
are there demons there?"

To me, the fingers driven are that of the murdered girl, into our "narrator." Not his heart in the physical sense. The impact of what they've done to another human being is sinking into him. The look in her eyes suggests the condemnation that might await them on the other side.

III.
"I knew it all the time. The misanthropes
were right to crucify themselves in the
need of a saviour. Still-moving sinews
struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
caught in the nest of the impending dark fate."

Presumably "the misanthropes" are outcasts from this religious group. "Cruifying themselves" could either mean physical self-abuse as penance, or simply removing themselves from the rest. Misanthrope isn't exactly a term with pleasant connotation. Makes it clear how renouncing of the majority's beliefs is viewed. "Still moving sinews... forlorn," even more emphasis on life slowly ebbing from our victim, paving the way to the "dark fate" destined for her murderers.

IV.
"Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
where faces stiffen,
plagued with the frost of disease
Our capsules barely meet."

In this segment, the narrator remarks on people (the people of his community) living in not-quite-complete worlds, where life cannot escape. The "capsules" (secluded, insular bubbles in which each individual dwells) rarely even come near the others'. Capsules are mentioned in another song, Auctioned, which I'm liable to pick apart soon.

V.
"The worms of disorder,
like living black numbers
that drip from her purgament skin
Joined in sweet fury
to anoint the decay,
fragile and reddened in lifelost array."

Man! I hope I'm not the only one blown away by that ending. It seems to me our doubtful narrator is seeing the victim's decay, and views the process as symbolic of the impending chaos in his community, or within himself. "Living black numbers," indicative of what? A countdown? Page numbers? "Anoint the decay..." He sees her demise as a grand thing now, perhaps because of what it means for him.

The narrator's journey...
I. Partaking in the auto de fe. (Huzzah, a chance to use that phrase!)
II. Stricken by the gravity of the act.
III. Growing doubt as he ponders those that have separated themselves.
IV. Realization of the inhumanity of his community.
V. Enlightenment.