Here again, we kneel Before the shrine of repetition A silent prayer to the joys and pains Of our idiocy Ministries of a fragile symmetry Between lunacy and solipsism We have carefully prepared our final verdict We've floundered again And our mistakes were not for the better So much that we begin to suspect That nothing is Forlorn multitudes Consume the meanings And wonder till the day our fathers Will be buried underneath our feet Here again, we kneel Before the shrine of repetition A silent prayer to the joys and pains Of our idiocy Yet we persist Having renounced redemption Walking barefoot on the broken glass Of our long gone wishes Washing off the weight of our childish fears And our mistakes were not for the better So much that we begin to suspect That nothing is In error we find the splendour Of an ever-renewed beginning Hymn of failure May it guide you through doubt Irretrievable Wear your wounds as a crown