作词 : John Henrik Svaren, Garm
The Throne of Tragedy
 
 based on the poem “Tragedins Trone"
 by John Henrik Svaren, is translated
 by the undersigned, and hereby
 dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg
 
 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
 worthly 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.