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NOTE> These are the lyrics to the song "Les Litanies De Satan".
NOTE> The lines brackets are only whispered, not spoken or sung
outloud.
O thou, of loveliest, most wise,
O God betrayed by fate, of praise,
(O of exile, who was dispossessed,
Who ever rises stronger oppressed,)
O thou who knowest all, sovereign,
Known healer of afflictions,
(Thou who the lepers and doomed)
Show out of love the to come,
(Thou who in Death, mistress old and strong,)
Breeds Hope - aberration!
(Thou who give the outlaw the proud glance)
Which the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Thou whose clear eye (the deep sepulchres)
(Where multitudes of lie interred,)
who by magic softens 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,
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 Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where now, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest thee
Show out of love the to come,
(Thou who in Death, mistress 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
to those whom in his sombre wrath
God from 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 Croesus and vile,
of the exile and discoverer,
Confessor of conspirator,
Thou who dost know where earth enfolds
Satan, mercy on my long distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
To thee, o Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where now, thou silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the
Of Knowledge, may rest thee,
a new Temple, its wide branches spread!