Travelling asa combatant among the dead
The world’s cemetaries as sole home
As Moses opens his way through the Styx
From beyond, I have the keys
After traversing the gloomy «T???©n????bres»
Purgatory’s surrounding walls folded behind me
Hope’s in only one place to scrutinize
The paradise of my God, where Jesus sits by thy side
I am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust death
I am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust death
Thine own voice speaks in a wisper
Is it you «S.A.S de L’Argil????re»
In an «yes» I answered fervently
And St Pierre’s fingers opened for me «les portes du paradis»
A dazzling light invades the place
His shriveled arms caress my hair
Jean Paptisque Poquelin called Moli????re
In a pure communion gather… together
Bringing to light his body
Offers him as present a second birth
I am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust death
Searching among the corpses
Moli????re’s mortal remains
Bringing to light is body
Offers him as present a second birth
And Moli????re will recover a wise harmony
The human lives in his smooth misanthropy
I am the Misanthrope Necromancer
To set out again sharing with others
Been back on earth among all men
And Moli????re will recover a wise harmony
The human lives in his smooth misanthropy