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 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.