Arcturus - Throne of Tragedy

Throne of Tragedy

[Poem by JOrn Hernik SvAren Translation by Kristoffer Garm Rygg]
Hear
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
and the sea of sulphur
- ice.
And blasphemy
in heavens 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 Imnot your death
Come carry forth the crown
to your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
- but alas: Imcrowned
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
Imweighed down
beneath the tragedy crown, -
nameless
and alone,
a fatherless son.