Tekst piosenki
I, sculptor, of aeons and worlds
My labor stops for none and nothing!
O sempiternal might,
Beginning eternal grace,
The rivers halt in shock and marvel!
At my unparalleled monument From raging mountains descended,
Silent like nubile snow,
Voice of tongues cut asunder
For I am the hammer and thou art the stone
Hear me out!
Ye progeny of disgrace,
this is an ode to my falling from grace!
I, sculptor, of aeons and worlds
My labor stops for none and nothing! Here sit I, forming giants
In my likeness and image
In my hand your treachery
So vile and torn apart Hear me out!
Ye progeny of disgrace,
this is my ode to the fallen from grace!
Oh voyager of moonless nights
And molten whips of the lashing sun
Oh victor, whom none could outbrave
Ambrosia of the stars, imperfect - unsung
I, sculptor, of aeons and worlds
My labor stops for none and nothing!
As ice cracks and daylight withers
My Ragnarök cannot come undone
