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NOTE> are the actual lyrics to the song "Les Litanies De Satan".
NOTE> The lines between brackets are only whispered, not or sung
outloud.
O thou, of Angels loveliest, wise,
O God by fate, deprived of praise,
(O of exile, who was dispossessed,
Who ever stronger when oppressed,)
O who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known healer of afflictions,
(Thou who the and pariahs doomed)
out of love the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, mistress old and strong,)
Breeds Hope - aberration!
(Thou who give the outlaw the proud glance)
damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
Thou whose clear eye knows (the sepulchres)
(Where of metals lie interred,)
Thou who by magic the old bones
(Ofloitering drinks by horses 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 wrath
God from 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, now, thou dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the
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 the crowd 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,
who didst set thy mark, (accomplice skilled,)
(Staff of the and discoverer,)
To thee, o
Thou who set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
Upon the of Croesus harsh and vile,
Staff of the and discoverer,
of condemned conspirator,
Thou who dost know greedy earth enfolds
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
Satan, have on my long distress!
To thee, o Satan, be, and praise,
In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the
Of Hell, where now, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the
Of Knowledge, may near thee,
Like a new Temple, its branches spread!