Misanthrope Misanthrope Necromancer
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 "Ténèbres" 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'Argilère" 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 Molière 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 Molière's mortal remains Bringing to light is body Offers him as present a second birth And Molière 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 Molière will recover a wise harmony The human lives in his smooth misanthropy
