作曲 : W. Schuman

Well, Behemoth calls us his own

While Bahamut wanders alone

They both go out to play

On that cold and rainy day

And Behemoth sings us his song

While Bahamut wanders along

But in the glory of this spring

You can hear Bahamut sing

Whoa-ho-ho

Are you as big as me?

Whoa-ho-ho-ho

Way too big to see

Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho

Bahamut he goes so slow

Whoa-ho-ho-ho

Too big a place to go

(Music)

The entire known universe floats suspended in a thin silver bowl,

which rocks gently on the back of an immense blue-green tortuga.

And the tortuga's scaly feet are firmly placed on the topmost of seven craggy mountains,

which arise from a vast and arid plain of drifting, fetid, yellow dust.

And the plain is balanced precariously on top of a small thin green acacia tree,

which grows from the snout of a giant blood red ox with 50 eyes that breathes flame the color of the midnight sky.

And the ox's hooves are firmly placed on the single grain of sand,

which floats in the eye of Bahamut like a mote of dust.

No one has ever seen Bahamut, some think it's a fish, some think it's a newt.

All we know is that the lonely Bahamut floats endlessly through all time and all space,

with all of us and everything floating in a single tear of his eye.

(Music)

Well, Behemoth calls us his own

While Bahamut wanders alone

They both go out to play

On that cold and rainy day

And Behemoth sings us his song

While Bahamut wanders alone

But in the glory of the fall

You can hear Bahamut call

Whoa-ho-ho

Are you as big as me?

Whoa-ho-ho-ho

Way too big to see

Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho

Bahamut he goes so slow

Whoa-ho-ho-ho

Too big a place to g