The Throne Of Tragedy – Arcturus

is translated by the undersigned,
and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg

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:
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

Lyric The Throne Of Tragedy – Arcturus