Exile (Les Litanies de Satan) — Ancient Rites

O Satan, prends pitiГ© de ma longe misГЁre !

Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile...

To whom in every tale done wrong (but who) after defeat, always redresses more strong

Like a patron saint of Heavens rejected souls Distinctively closer to Humanity Thou art Connected to Mother earth more profound

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night

Exile, exile!!!!!

Wandering in Thy wastelands Far away from the heavenly autocrat Close to Thee I chose to repose Liberated from God's wrath Exile!!!

A temple raised for the ones like us With plentiful room for science A shelter for creative minds To dream away in silence...

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night