Текст песни Ancient Rites - Exile (Les Litanies de Satan)
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O Satan, prends pitiГ© de ma longe misГЁre !Oh Thou, the most savage of angelsGod only judges mildThose who chant songs to his praiseOh Prince of exile...To whom in every tale done wrong(but who) after defeat, always redresses more strongLike a patron saint ofHeavens rejected soulsDistinctively closer toHumanity Thou artConnected toMother earth more profoundOh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy sideEven if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of nightExile, exile!!!!!Wandering in Thy wastelandsFar away from the heavenly autocratClose to Thee I chose to reposeLiberated from God`s wrathExile!!!A temple raised for the ones like usWith plentiful room for scienceA shelter for creative mindsTo dream away in silence...Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy sideEven if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night