Hell Earth - Crionics

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…