Hear!
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
and the sea of sulphur
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
I grant a grave
Yet I am not your death. Come carry forth the crown
to your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
in grief unheard of! In this lone monarchy
I greet the mourning 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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