Luyện nghe bài hát Les Litanies De Satan

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NOTE> are the actual lyrics to the song "Les Litanies De Satan".
The lines between brackets are only whispered, not spoken or sung
outloud.
O thou, of Angels loveliest, wise,
O God betrayed by fate, of praise,
(O of exile, who was dispossessed,
Who ever rises when oppressed,)
O who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
Known of mankind's afflictions,
(Thou who the and pariahs doomed)
out of love the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,)
Breeds Hope - aberration!
(Thou who dost the outlaw the proud glance)
Which damns the crowd who his sufferance,
whose clear eye knows (the deep sepulchres)
(Where of metals lie interred,)
Thou who by magic softens the old
(Ofloitering drinks by 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 of wounds, the love of poverty,
to those 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, now, thou dreamest silently!
Grant my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest near
Show out of the Paradise to come,
(Thou who in Death, your old and strong,
Hope - delightful aberration!)
Thou who give the outlaw the proud glance
Which the crowd who watch his sufferance,
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
To thee, o
to those whom 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
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 where greedy earth enfolds
Satan, have mercy on my distress!
Satan, mercy 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, once thy kingdom, the
Of Hell, where now, dreamest silently!
that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, may rest thee,
Like a new Temple, its wide spread!