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 shoul dcease
- 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.
Writer(s): Kristoffer Rygg, Joern Svaeren, Steinar Sverd Johnsen, Knut Magne Valle
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