Litanies of Satan-Elijah's Mantle

[00:00.00]Oh You, the wisest and most beautiful of angels, [00:05.13]A god betrayed by fate and bereft of praise. [00:13.43](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [00:16.24]Oh Prince of Exile, to whom injustice has been done, [00:20.95]And who in defeat arises more strong. [00:28.91](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [00:32.56]You who know all, Lord of the Underworld, [00:36.43]And the healer of the wounds of humankind. [00:43.38]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!） [00:48.41]You who even to lepers and outcasts under band [00:52.62]Teach through love and the taste of Paradise. [00:59.89]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!） [01:04.21]Oh you who gave to Death his faithful concubine, [01:08.46]A child called Hope - demented but divine. [01:15.17]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!） [01:20.38]You who gave the outlaw the serene and haughty smile [01:24.76]That from the scaffold damns the crowd. [01:32.54]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!） [01:36.14]You who know in what corners of the Earth [01:39.72]The jealous god has hidden the precious stones. [01:48.59](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [01:51.89]You whose penetrating eyes discern the deep earth arsenals, [01:57.91]Where precious metals sleep. [02:04.35](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [02:07.90]You whose massive hand conceals the precipice, [02:12.19]From the somnambulists on the brink of the edifice. [02:20.04](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [02:23.83]You whose magic softens the drunkard's fall [02:28.42]When flying horses kick him in the skull. [02:36.27](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [02:39.65]You who, to console Man in his suffering, [02:43.79]Taught us to mingle saltpeter and sulphur. [02:51.58](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [02:55.68]You who set your mark, through subtle accomplice, [02:59.19]On the brow of the pitiless, vile millionaire. [03:11.97](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [03:13.24]You who fill the eyes and hearts of girls [03:15.59]With the cult of wounds and love of worthless pearls. [03:25.40](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [03:27.38]Staff of the Exiled, lamp of the inventors, [03:31.52]Confessor of the Hand and the Conspirators. [03:37.71](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [03:41.82]Foster-father of those in his black anger [03:47.68]God the father drove from the earthly paradise. [03:54.41](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!) [04:07.56]Satan be praised, be glorified on high, [04:11.75]And in the depths of Hell [04:13.47]Where you must lie in Silence, [04:19.38]Ruminating your defeat. [04:23.41]Grant that my soul some day may find [04:26.81]A seat under your tree of knowledge, [04:30.95]Which shall spread its limbs [04:35.20]To make a temple overhead.