The Throne Of Tragedy

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?

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 lone monarchy
Without a friend of foe
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.