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*

* with respect for Puissance