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    The Litany of Satan

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The Litany of Satan lyrics

O thou, of Angels fairest and most wise,
God by Fate’s treachery shorn of liturgies!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
O Prince of Exile, Sufferer of wrong,
Whose vengeance, conquered, rises triply strong!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who knowest all, of under earth the king,
Familiar healer of man’s suffering!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman,
Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who knowest in which caves of envious lands
God has hid precious stones with jealous hands!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice
From sleepers straying about some edifice!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Whose skill makes supple the old bones, at needs,
Of the belated sot, ’mid surging steeds!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who taught frail man, to make his suffering lighter,
Consoling, to mix sulphur with salt nitre!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
O subtle complice, who as blatant Beast
Brandest vile Crœsus, him that pities least!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who in girls’ eyes and hearts implantest deep
Lust for the wound, the twain that wound bids weep!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark,
Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Adopted sire of whom black wrath and power
Of God the Father chased from Eden Bower!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Gloire Et Louange
 
Glory and praise to thee, O Satan, in the height
Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night
Of Hell, where conquered dost dream silently!
Grant that one day my soul ’neath Knowledge-Tree
Rest near thine own soul, when from thy forehead
Like a new temple all its branches spread.
 

 

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