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Hymn to Satan
To thee of ALL BEING
The FIRST CAUSE immense
Of matter and spirit,
Of reason and sense
Whilst in the full goblet
Shall sparkle the wine,
So bright the pupil
The souls of men shine,
Whilst earth still is smiling,
And the sun smiles above,
And men are exchanging
Their sweet words of love,
Thrills mystic of Hymen (1)
Through high mountains course,
And broad plains are heaving
With life's fertile force,
On thee in verse daring,
From tight rein released,
On thee I call, Satan,
The King of the feast.
Away aspersorium, (2)
With priest who would bind!
Priest, NOT at thy bidding
Gets Satan behind.
Behold, rust is eating
The edge of the blade
In the hand of great Michael (3)
The faithful displayed.
The displumed Archangel
Descends to the void,
The thunderbolt's frozen
Jehovah employed.
Faint pallid meteors,
Wan stars void of light,
Like rain down from heaven
Fall angels in flight.
In matter aye sleepless
Of forces the spring,
KING OF PHENOMENA,
Of FORMS, Lord and King.
Here only LIVES Satan,
His power supreme
In a dark eye flashes
With tremendous gleam,
Whether it languidly
Retreats and rebels, (4)
Or bright and audacious
Provokes and compels. (5)
In gay blood it sparkles
That's pressed from the vine,
Whose gift of swift pleasure
Shall never decline,
Which can to our fleeting
Life new strength impart,
Which puts off our sorrows,
To love gives a Heart.
'Tis thou that inspirest
The song that doth rise
IN MY BOSOM, O Satan,
When that god it defies,
On whom guilty pontiffs
And cruel kings call;
Men's minds thou so shakest
As when lightenings fall.
Ahriman and Adonis,
Astarte, to thee,
Canvas, marble and paper
All lived and were free
When Venus new risen
From billowing seas
Serenely made happy
Ionia's breeze.
On Lebanon quivered
The trees at thy name,
When to gentle Cypria
Her risen love came.
Thee chorus and dances
In joy celebrate,
Love pure and virginal (6)
To thee dedicate
Mid the palm-trees fragrant
Of Araby's land,
Where whitens the sea-foam
On Cyprian strand.
What matter if fury
Of fierce Nazarene
From ritual barbaric
Of love-feast obscene
Hath set with blest torches
The temples on fire,
And Argolis' idols (7)
Hath hurled in the mire.
In cottages lowly
A REFUGE dost find,
Amid household Lare
Folk keep thee in mind.
The God and the Lover
A woman's warm breast
With his ardent spirit
Once having possessed,
Thou turnest the witch
Whom long searching makes pale
To lend succor TO NATURE
O'er disease to prevail.
Thou to the motionless
Eye of the alchemist,
In sight of the magus
Who dares to resist,
Beyond the dull cloister
Its gates set ajar,
Revealest in brightness
New heavens afar.
In lonely Thebaid
The wretched monks hide (8)
From thee and THINGS WORLDLY
In safety to bide.
Ah, doubtful soul standing
Where life's roads divide,
See, Satan is kindly,
Heloise at thy side! (9)
In vain with rough sackcloth
Thy flesh dost maltreat,
From Maro and Flaccus (10)
The verse will repeat
Betwixt psalms of David;
'Twixt weeping and dirge
He causes beside thee
Delphic forms to emerge.
Amongst those companions
Though garbed in black weeds
With rosy Lycoris
Glycera he leads. (11)
But other the phantoms
When finer the age,
At times he awakens
From Livy's full page, (12)
When tribunes and consuls
And vast crowds that thrill
With ardor and passion
That sleepless cell fill,
He to the Capitol
Thy land to set free
Of Italic pride dreaming,
Oh monk, urges thee.
And you, Huss and Wycliffe (13)
No fury of flames
Could stifle your voices'
Prophetic acclaims.
Send forth on the breezes
Your watch-cry sublime
"A new age is dawning,
Fulfilled is the time!"
Already are trembling
Both miter and crown,
And cloistered seclusion
Rebellion BREAKS DOWN.
Then fighting and preaching
Under the stola
Comes Fra Girolamo
Savonarola. (14)
The cowl Luther cast off,
And freedom he brought: (15)
So cast off thy fetters,
Be free, human thought!
And shine forth resplendent,
Encircled with FLAMES,
Arise MATTER, Satan
The victory claims.
A beautiful monster,
A terrible birth,
Runs over the ocean,
Runs over the earth.
Volcano like flashes
Through dim smoke it lowers,
It scales lofty mountains
Broad plains it devours.
It spans the abysses,
In caverns it hides
And through the deep cleft ways
Invisible glides;
Then comes forth undaunted,
From coast to coast hies,
As from some fierce whirlwind
It sends forth its cries.
As breath of the whirlwind
Spreads out on the vast
Expanse, O ye nations
Great Satan goes past.
From place to place passes
Beneficient He
On his chariot of fire
Untrammeled and free.
All hail to thee, Satan!
Rebellion, all hail!
Hail, power of reason,
Avenge and prevail!
To thee arise incense
And holy vows paid,
Thou, Satan, hast vanquished
The god by priests made.(16)
The FIRST CAUSE immense
Of matter and spirit,
Of reason and sense
Whilst in the full goblet
Shall sparkle the wine,
So bright the pupil
The souls of men shine,
Whilst earth still is smiling,
And the sun smiles above,
And men are exchanging
Their sweet words of love,
Thrills mystic of Hymen (1)
Through high mountains course,
And broad plains are heaving
With life's fertile force,
On thee in verse daring,
From tight rein released,
On thee I call, Satan,
The King of the feast.
Away aspersorium, (2)
With priest who would bind!
Priest, NOT at thy bidding
Gets Satan behind.
Behold, rust is eating
The edge of the blade
In the hand of great Michael (3)
The faithful displayed.
The displumed Archangel
Descends to the void,
The thunderbolt's frozen
Jehovah employed.
Faint pallid meteors,
Wan stars void of light,
Like rain down from heaven
Fall angels in flight.
In matter aye sleepless
Of forces the spring,
KING OF PHENOMENA,
Of FORMS, Lord and King.
Here only LIVES Satan,
His power supreme
In a dark eye flashes
With tremendous gleam,
Whether it languidly
Retreats and rebels, (4)
Or bright and audacious
Provokes and compels. (5)
In gay blood it sparkles
That's pressed from the vine,
Whose gift of swift pleasure
Shall never decline,
Which can to our fleeting
Life new strength impart,
Which puts off our sorrows,
To love gives a Heart.
'Tis thou that inspirest
The song that doth rise
IN MY BOSOM, O Satan,
When that god it defies,
On whom guilty pontiffs
And cruel kings call;
Men's minds thou so shakest
As when lightenings fall.
Ahriman and Adonis,
Astarte, to thee,
Canvas, marble and paper
All lived and were free
When Venus new risen
From billowing seas
Serenely made happy
Ionia's breeze.
On Lebanon quivered
The trees at thy name,
When to gentle Cypria
Her risen love came.
Thee chorus and dances
In joy celebrate,
Love pure and virginal (6)
To thee dedicate
Mid the palm-trees fragrant
Of Araby's land,
Where whitens the sea-foam
On Cyprian strand.
What matter if fury
Of fierce Nazarene
From ritual barbaric
Of love-feast obscene
Hath set with blest torches
The temples on fire,
And Argolis' idols (7)
Hath hurled in the mire.
In cottages lowly
A REFUGE dost find,
Amid household Lare
Folk keep thee in mind.
The God and the Lover
A woman's warm breast
With his ardent spirit
Once having possessed,
Thou turnest the witch
Whom long searching makes pale
To lend succor TO NATURE
O'er disease to prevail.
Thou to the motionless
Eye of the alchemist,
In sight of the magus
Who dares to resist,
Beyond the dull cloister
Its gates set ajar,
Revealest in brightness
New heavens afar.
In lonely Thebaid
The wretched monks hide (8)
From thee and THINGS WORLDLY
In safety to bide.
Ah, doubtful soul standing
Where life's roads divide,
See, Satan is kindly,
Heloise at thy side! (9)
In vain with rough sackcloth
Thy flesh dost maltreat,
From Maro and Flaccus (10)
The verse will repeat
Betwixt psalms of David;
'Twixt weeping and dirge
He causes beside thee
Delphic forms to emerge.
Amongst those companions
Though garbed in black weeds
With rosy Lycoris
Glycera he leads. (11)
But other the phantoms
When finer the age,
At times he awakens
From Livy's full page, (12)
When tribunes and consuls
And vast crowds that thrill
With ardor and passion
That sleepless cell fill,
He to the Capitol
Thy land to set free
Of Italic pride dreaming,
Oh monk, urges thee.
And you, Huss and Wycliffe (13)
No fury of flames
Could stifle your voices'
Prophetic acclaims.
Send forth on the breezes
Your watch-cry sublime
"A new age is dawning,
Fulfilled is the time!"
Already are trembling
Both miter and crown,
And cloistered seclusion
Rebellion BREAKS DOWN.
Then fighting and preaching
Under the stola
Comes Fra Girolamo
Savonarola. (14)
The cowl Luther cast off,
And freedom he brought: (15)
So cast off thy fetters,
Be free, human thought!
And shine forth resplendent,
Encircled with FLAMES,
Arise MATTER, Satan
The victory claims.
A beautiful monster,
A terrible birth,
Runs over the ocean,
Runs over the earth.
Volcano like flashes
Through dim smoke it lowers,
It scales lofty mountains
Broad plains it devours.
It spans the abysses,
In caverns it hides
And through the deep cleft ways
Invisible glides;
Then comes forth undaunted,
From coast to coast hies,
As from some fierce whirlwind
It sends forth its cries.
As breath of the whirlwind
Spreads out on the vast
Expanse, O ye nations
Great Satan goes past.
From place to place passes
Beneficient He
On his chariot of fire
Untrammeled and free.
All hail to thee, Satan!
Rebellion, all hail!
Hail, power of reason,
Avenge and prevail!
To thee arise incense
And holy vows paid,
Thou, Satan, hast vanquished
The god by priests made.(16)
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# Posté le mardi 25 décembre 2007 10:50
Modifié le mardi 01 janvier 2008 03:11
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glorious for the bringer of light fallen angel morning star ruler of hell old serpent prince of the world father of lies the great lucifer
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# Posté le mardi 18 décembre 2007 12:41
Modifié le mardi 18 décembre 2007 12:56
Des phrases inutiles mais qui me tiennent à coeur, comme tout ce qui tient à coeur.
Ce qui nous éveille peut aussi nous endormir.
L'apparence de quelqu'un n'est qu'un embalage de carton vierge qui ne porte aucune indication sur son contenu.
L'esprit n'est qu'un pion de l'instinct.
Celui qui contrôle ses instincts jusqu'au bout peut diriger la casi-majorité des autres.
L'amour n'est qu'un jeu de hasard comportant de nombreux tricheurs.
La valeur passe par la reconaissance.
La vie est une valeur méritée seulement par ceux qui peuvent l'identifier.
Les ténèbres sont là pour nous rapeler à la lumière.
C'est dans les grand idéaux qu'on peut trouver sufisament de force pour vaincre tous les obstacles.
L'abandon de tout espoir correspond à l'abandon des valeurs de la vie.
Les faibles se cachent la réalité jusqu'au bout, mais quand ils ouvrent les yeux, il est trop tard, ils sont déjà morts.
Un mort n'est plus qu'un élément naturel qui va retourner à la terre, il sera oublié à moins d'avoir su galvaniser les populations.
L'amour n'existe que dans le coeur de ceux qui en ont confiance.
La haine indique une sortie de secour, en vérité elle pousse à s'enfoncer un peu plus dans les flammes.
L'horreur nait de l'hystérie volontaire, cette dernière nait de l'intéligence.
...
ÐarkPsY a sombré dans la folie quelques instants pour mieux reprendre ses esprits.
L'apparence de quelqu'un n'est qu'un embalage de carton vierge qui ne porte aucune indication sur son contenu.
L'esprit n'est qu'un pion de l'instinct.
Celui qui contrôle ses instincts jusqu'au bout peut diriger la casi-majorité des autres.
L'amour n'est qu'un jeu de hasard comportant de nombreux tricheurs.
La valeur passe par la reconaissance.
La vie est une valeur méritée seulement par ceux qui peuvent l'identifier.
Les ténèbres sont là pour nous rapeler à la lumière.
C'est dans les grand idéaux qu'on peut trouver sufisament de force pour vaincre tous les obstacles.
L'abandon de tout espoir correspond à l'abandon des valeurs de la vie.
Les faibles se cachent la réalité jusqu'au bout, mais quand ils ouvrent les yeux, il est trop tard, ils sont déjà morts.
Un mort n'est plus qu'un élément naturel qui va retourner à la terre, il sera oublié à moins d'avoir su galvaniser les populations.
L'amour n'existe que dans le coeur de ceux qui en ont confiance.
La haine indique une sortie de secour, en vérité elle pousse à s'enfoncer un peu plus dans les flammes.
L'horreur nait de l'hystérie volontaire, cette dernière nait de l'intéligence.
...
ÐarkPsY a sombré dans la folie quelques instants pour mieux reprendre ses esprits.
# Posté le vendredi 12 octobre 2007 20:39
Modifié le vendredi 12 octobre 2007 20:49
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