Luyện nghe bài hát La Masquerade Infernale

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

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

And blasphemy!
in chambers:
had fled their halls
and was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, throne:

with blood

Our -
Dead by his own
an
no king.

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

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

Come forth the crown
to your once throne.
is where my suffering should cease
- but I am crowned
in unheard of!

In this monarchy
- a friend of foe -
I greet the sun
strife and a song:
Please my name!
And me not
in the of death.

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

[JHS