Exile (Les Litanies De Satan) کے بول

O Satan, prends piti© de ma longe misre ! 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