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 "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 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'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... 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

Molire's mortal remains

Bringing to light is body

Offers him as present a second birth



And Molire 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 Molire will recover a wise harmony

The human lives in his smooth misanthropy