Slechtvalk – Enthroned lyrics

Deep in the wilderness on a forgotten path a wanderer is striding forth*
Persistent his walk and by oath of allegiance bound to go up North
His stern face carved by the years he endured, by journeys, battles and long winter months
With the westening sun he proudly marched on for an army of strength was mustered once more
To shorten his way and to hasten for the muster he takes a long lost road
Now with the sun almost sunken and the shadows prolonged he contemplates his oath
As at his wonder a ruin he saw, like an ancient dwelling, now only heaps of stones
Overgrown in natures shrines, an echo of what once was in yesteryears long gone
Full of wonder he became aware of a marble black-veined Throne
While his eyes gazed at vague remnants of engraved heraldic arms
He marvelled at the bliss of this forlorn kingdom to him unbeknown
As a mist came crawling over the cracked old stone-paved floor
With a sigh of the wind a haze arose over this old hall
And the more he stared at this upcoming veil, the more ghostly shapes he saw
Graciously wandering and dancing around, drifting on an unseen wind
With wonder and awe he witnessed this theatre with an unfolding play
Now solemn and peaceful then with glory and might full of splendour and passion
There were satyrs and troubadours jesters and high lords, peasants and squires evoking his impression
Then slowly came forth in a shadow of threat, a tyrant surrounded by his thralls
Perverted shadows though fairest in appearance full of sickening lies blending into the play
Wholly intrigued but unwilling to witness the end of this mystical play
His eyes where fixed on the tyrant and his thralls, how humble they bowed as they kneeled at his feet
They crowned him and hailed him as a high Lord of old, humbling themselves as his servants
Knowing in his heart all their acting is deceit, still he could not turn away his eyes
Full of hate for this tyrant, but like enchanted by this play
The thrilling beauty, their cunning and might, the temptation of their charms
From this filth infected theatre finally he turned his sight away
Then to his horror he found himself now sitting chained
Slowly the black veins of the marble throne had him partly overgrown
He felt the cold grip of stone clamping his flesh slowly enslaving him whole
From serenity fallen, the play endured, he witnessed it with a moan
All beauty brought down by sickening lies to foul and horrible shapes
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Tortured by the growing black veins
Crowned with poisonous filth
By rancid whores drenched in lies
He cried like an insane while foul laughter roared
"Damned all your lies, your whores and your slaves!
Twisted your words, full of deceit your damned calumny! "
The tyrant was smiling looking down on his prey
Slowly fading with the mist in the rain
Now darkness surrounded the overgrowing man
And with the rain his life faded away
Once on a morning on a bright winter day
The first sunbeams were shining gloomy
On a marble statue in the midst of a ruin
Of a man enthroned like a high Lord of old
Grim his face and firmly grasping his throne
On the first step of the throne an inscription was engraved;
"Enthroned by lies, faded away into oblivion"