Lyrics:

(based on the poem 'Tragediens Trone' by John Henrik Svaren)
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

(JHS 1996)