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NOTE> These are the actual lyrics to the "Les Litanies De Satan".
The lines between brackets are only whispered, not spoken or sung
outloud.
O thou, of Angels loveliest, wise,
O God by fate, deprived of praise,
(O of exile, who was dispossessed,
Who rises stronger when oppressed,)
O thou who knowest all, sovereign,
Known of mankind's afflictions,
(Thou who the lepers and doomed)
out of love the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,)
Breeds Hope - aberration!
(Thou who dost the outlaw the proud glance)
Which the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Thou whose clear eye (the deep sepulchres)
(Where multitudes of lie interred,)
Thou who by magic the old bones
(Ofloitering by horses trampled down,)
who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
(Taught us to our guns and gun-cotton,)
(Thou who put into women's) and eyes
The cult of wounds, the of poverty,
Father to those whom in his sombre
God drove his Paradise on earth,
who didst set thy mark, (accomplice skilled,)
(Staff of the and discoverer,)
To thee, o Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, now, thou dreamest silently!
Grant my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near
out of love the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,
Breeds Hope - aberration!)
Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud
Which damns the crowd who his sufferance,
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
to those whom in his sombre wrath
God drove his Paradise on earth,
Thou who set thy mark, (accomplice skilled,)
(Staff of the and discoverer,)
To thee, o
who didst set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
Upon the heart of harsh and vile,
Staff of the and discoverer,
Confessor of conspirator,
Thou who know where greedy earth enfolds
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, mercy on my long distress!
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
To thee, o Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the
Of Hell, now, thou dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest thee,
Like a new Temple, its branches spread!