Luyện nghe bài hát La Masquerade Infernale

[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Svaren]
[is translated by the undersigned, and dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg]

Hear!
From day forth
are the heights of Horeb
and the sea of sulphur-ice.

And blasphemy!
in heaven's
Souls had their halls
and closed was the of life.
And behold!
The great, throne:

with blood

Our -
by his own hands:
an
no king.

And so is
a lie.
Who, my god,
am I?

Man me
as Lucifer, the of old.
The hold my banner high.
gift
- all life! -
I a grave
Yet I am not death.

Come carry the crown
to your once throne.
Here is where my suffering cease
- but alas; I am
in unheard of!

In this monarchy
- a friend of foe -
I the mourning sun
with strife and a
speak my name!
And me not
in the of death.

I am down
the tragedy crown, -
nameless,
and alone,
a son.

[JHS