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:
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,
Man knows me
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 lonely 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.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI