Les Litanies De Satan - Act Ii: From Hell - Necromantia

Master of disorder, Bestower of crime’s blessings

Lord of the magnificent sins and noble vices, Satan, it is you we worship

God of reason, god of justice, Admirable legate of false fears

You welcome the beggarliness of our tears, Sustainer of the refined sorcerers

Restorer of the vanquished, It is you who endows them with hypocrisy

With ingratitude and pride, In order that they can defend themselves

Against the attack of God’s children, Sovereign of contempt

Reckoner of humiliations, Treasurer of long-standing hatreds

You alone fertilize the mind of man crushed by injustice

You breathe into him ideas of premeditated vengeance

A righteous intoxication in the torture he inflicts

And the tears of which he is the cause, Founder of hysterias

Blood stained vessel of lust, You encourage sterile and forbidden loves

You ensure the delight and joy of carnal pleasures

King of the disinherited, Chamberlain of our tears

Assure us of the delight of those delectable crimes

And grant us the glory, wealth and power

You the Son who was driven away by his father

And as for you impostor, worker of Deceit

Usurper of affection, We shall violate the peace of your body

We shall have you confess the impudent lies

Your unforgivable crimes against man

You profaner of bountiful vices, You Epitome of idiotic purities

Accursed Nazarene, A do-nothing king, a coward of a god