Freeze, as-if you're made of stone,
Shivering will not save you,
Two behemoths quarrel,
Soon, the earth will tremble.
It's uncertain as to what
Is choking these two on the inside,
Two behemoths quarrel,
Soon, the earth will tremble.
Yes, they're the lord of the dust,
Look, stay frozen,
So that your bulging eyes can rest,
Let them burn themselves down,
They'll soon forget and wave goodbye,
Every muscle in my neck trembles,
With their temples boiling hot,
From paper these creatures go away.
Freeze, as-if you're made of stone,
Don't bother to bound their hands,
Pray for these two behemoths,
Do so along the way.
Don't move as you should,
They'll pass by slowly,
After that the dust will settle,
And the soul will rest.