La masquerade infernale - Arcturus

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?

as Lucifer, the serpent of old.

The wretched hold my banner high.

Your gift

— all life!

-

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

— but alas;

I am crowned

in grief unheard of!

In this lone monarchy

— without a friend of foe —

I greet the mourning sun

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.