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 keysAfter traversing the gloomy "Tnbres"
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 sideI am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust death
I am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust deathThine own voice speaks in a wisper
Is it you "S.A.S de L'Argilre"
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 Molire
In a pure communion gather... togetherBringing to light his body
Offers him as present a second birthI am the Misanthrope Necromancer
Coroner of the unjust death
Searching among the corpses
Molire's mortal remains
Bringing to light is body
Offers him as present a second birthAnd Molire will recover a wise harmony
The human lives in his smooth misanthropyI am the Misanthrope Necromancer
To set out again sharing with others
Been back on earth among all men
And Molire will recover a wise harmony
The human lives in his smooth misanthropy