| 歌曲 | Exile (Les Litanies de Satan) |
| 歌手 | Ancient Rites |
| 专辑 | And the Hordes Stood as One |
| 作曲 : Sprooten, Theys ... | |
| O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misère ! | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Sprooten, Theys ... | |
| O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misè re ! | |
| 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 |