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*