I, sculptor, ov 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 ov tongues cut asunder
For I am the hammer and thou art the stone
Hear me out!
Ye progeny ov disgrace
This is an ode to my falling from grace!
I, sculptor, ov 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 ov disgrace
This is my ode to the fallen from grace!
Oh voyager ov moonless nights
And molten whips ov the lashing Sun
Oh victor, whom none could outbrave
Ambrosia ov the stars, imperfect, unsung
I, sculptor, ov aeons and worlds
My labor stops for none and nothing!
As ice cracks and daylight withers
My Ragnarök cannot come undone
