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 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.