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 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 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 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.