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