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