N: Brother, Brother, son of my mother,
why do you live in the dark; where the shadows sleep,
as you cry yourself to sleep,
with tears of pearl, and eyes of gold,
why does your heart grow old?
H: Brother, Brother, son of another,
I am not the son of your mother,
when I died, none shall know,
how I gained my eyes of gold.
Your subjects; they see me as the bringer of eternal sleep.
N: When you weep, tears running down your cheek,
what will comfort you when you sleep?
A kingdom? Gold? Armies to command?
All of these I can grant with a wave of my hand.
H: Kingdom? I rule the Nether.
Gold? As worthless as butter.
Armies? Pigs, Ghasts and Blazes.
All in the land where fire rages.
As I sit on my flaming throne,
burning hellish stone,
you sit in comfort, where I cannot go.
Your land in the clouds is merely a shroud,
while mine is fire and death.
Living under an infernal dome,
Judgment Day is my home.