Hear!
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
And the sea of sulphur-ice.
And blasphemy!
In heaven's chambers:
Souls had fled their halls
And closed was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, white throne:
Black
With sacred blood
Our father
Dead by his own hands:
An epitaph
Worthy no king.
And so is everything
A nameless lie.
Who, my god,
Am I?
Man knows me
as Lucifer, the serpent of old.
The wretched hold my banner high.
Your gift
All life!
I grant a grave
Yet I am not your death.
Come carry forth the crown
To your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
But alas; I am crowned
In grief unheard of!
In this lone monarchy
Without a friend of foe
I greet the mourning sun
With strife and a song:
Please speak my name!
And leave me not
In the dust of death.
I am weighed down
Beneath the tragedy crown,
Nameless,
And alone,
A fatherless son.
