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NOTE> These are the actual lyrics to the song "Les De Satan".
The lines between brackets 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 when oppressed,)
O thou who all, Hell's sovereign,
healer of mankind's afflictions,
(Thou who the and pariahs doomed)
Show out of love the to come,
(Thou who in Death, mistress old and strong,)
Breeds - delightful aberration!
(Thou who give the outlaw the proud glance)
Which damns the crowd who his sufferance,
Thou whose clear eye knows (the sepulchres)
(Where of metals lie interred,)
Thou who by magic the old bones
(Ofloitering by horses trampled down,)
who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
(Taught us to make our and gun-cotton,)
(Thou who put into women's) and eyes
The cult of wounds, the of poverty,
Father to whom in his sombre wrath
God drove from his on earth,
Thou who 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, where now, dreamest silently!
that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near
Show out of love the to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,
Hope - delightful aberration!)
Thou who dost the outlaw the proud glance
Which damns the crowd who his sufferance,
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
Father to whom in his sombre wrath
God from his Paradise on earth,
who didst set thy mark, (accomplice skilled,)
(Staff of the and discoverer,)
To thee, o
Thou who set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
the heart of Croesus harsh and vile,
Staff of the and discoverer,
of condemned conspirator,
Thou who know where greedy earth enfolds
Satan, have on my long distress!
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
To thee, o Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, now, thou dreamest silently!
that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may near thee,
Like a new Temple, its wide spread!