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 ie 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 the 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 friend or foe
I greet the morning 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.
