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NOTE> These are the lyrics to the song "Les Litanies De Satan".
NOTE> The lines between 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 ever rises stronger oppressed,)
O who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
healer of mankind's afflictions,
(Thou who the lepers and doomed)
Show out of the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, mistress old and strong,)
Breeds Hope - aberration!
(Thou who dost give the 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 softens the old
(Ofloitering drinks by horses down,)
Thou who, consoling mankind in pain,
(Taught us to make our and gun-cotton,)
(Thou who put into women's) and eyes
The of wounds, the love of poverty,
Father to those 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, thy kingdom, the abyss
Of Hell, where now, dreamest silently!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the
Of Knowledge, may rest near
Show out of the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,
Breeds Hope - aberration!)
who dost give the outlaw the proud glance
Which damns the who watch his sufferance,
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
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
Thou who didst set thy mark, skilled,
Upon the heart of Croesus and vile,
Staff of the and discoverer,
Confessor of conspirator,
Thou who dost where greedy earth enfolds
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, mercy on my long distress!
Satan, mercy on my long distress!
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,
a new Temple, its wide branches spread!