I, Scvlptor

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 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