The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished | |
Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation | |
As a monument of the silent gospel | |
From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia | |
Risen by the hand of man | |
Turning the pages of history | |
Purifying, channeling the essence | |
Of a conscious, erected mud | |
Our almighty new god | |
Turning man back into mud* |