Forgive My Longing, Satan! - Arcanorum Astrum

O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,

A god fate betrayed, deprived of all praises…

You — omniscient tsar, the king of underworld,

The superlative healer of torturings and woe!

You — teacher of the lepers and maledict pariahs,

Edictal path and torch to hermitage of blithe!

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Who, vanquished, recovers more strongly the arms!

O you — the lay of Death, an ancient true love-mate,

Engendered our Hope — that ghost ensorcelled fate!

You — granter to condemned that proud chilling glance

That curses from the scaffold the furious sentence!

You — knower in what corners of jaundiced territories,

A jealous God hid treasures that oriental trophies!

O, you whose clear eye all-knows the deep caches

Where, buried, lay in slumber the mineral of metals!

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Of all shepherds' wand and the heretics' sun

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Confessor of hatchers by your cruel serpent tongue!

Noctambulants' observant from their lunacy

On fatalistic verge by nighted fantasy

You — bones of the drunkard, eructed from the grave

Refurbished to the life, but all the same depraved

You taught us how to mix saltpetre with a sulphur

And how to console the frail human suffer

Adopter of the all whose hearts are full of rise,

Who drove the real Father from earthly paradise…

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Forgive my longing!

Forgive my longing, Satan!

Forgive my long…