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...