Down, into the mines! 
That's the way your evolution is going... 
Closer and closer to the very bottom... 
Wasted chances and possibilities to create 
The better and more organised 

So many years have we trodden on your face 
Forgive us our ignorance and egoism 
Let us go back to the times of symbiosis 
Our dearest mother earth! 

Work, don't think! 
You were the masters of your own face 
Now it's time for you to be 
What you are best at being 
Pyode Amedha (soft scum) 

So many years have you trodden on her face 
Your sins have been judged 
Work, don't think 
Your hell earth 

Unanswered prayers 
Empty words, so many years without change 
... amen...