Arcturus - The Throne of Tragedy (Avant-Garde Metal); Норвегия | Текст песни

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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.

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