Oh, Sculpture, of marble skin Of crystal eyes and heart of sin You'll be Eternal and a never-ending muse, yet still Oh sculpture, I carve your face With chisel, hammer and my way to see The beauty and my sadness, a consequence tied to it Sculpture, Oh Sculpture A distant archetype of love Sculpture, Oh Sculpture A piece of art born in my cold Oh Sculpture, in dark cold nights I see you with a veil of light that shines, In gold and grey reflected by your perfect shape Oh sculpture, a masterpiece A perfect body with a void inside of it Eternal and a never-ending muse, yet still Sculpture, Oh Sculpture A distant archetype of love Sculpture, Oh Sculpture A piece of art born in my cold