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