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based on the poem "
Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,is translated by the undersigned,and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg
Hear!
From this day forthare the heights of Horeb brokenand the sea of sulphur-ice.
And blasphemy!in heaven's chambers:
Souls had fled their hallsand closed was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, white throne:blackwith sacred blood
Our father -
Dead by his own hands:an epitaphworthy no king.
And so is everythinga nameless lie.
Who, my god,am I?
Man knows meas 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 crownto your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease- but alas; I am crownedin grief unheard of!
In this lone monarchy- without a friend of foe -I greet the mourning sunwith strife and a song:
Please speak my name!
And leave me notin the dust of death.I am weighed downbeneath the tragedy crown, -nameless,and alone,a fatherless son.JHS 1996
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