Luyện nghe bài hát The Throne Of Tragedy

based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Svaren,
is 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:
Souls had fled halls
and closed was the of life.
And behold!
The great, white

with sacred

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.
gift
- all life! -
I grant a
Yet I am not death.

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

In lone 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