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 "TР№nРёbres"
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'ArgilРёre"
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 MoliРёre
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
MoliРёre's mortal remains
Bringing to light is body
Offers him as present a second birth

And MoliРёre will recover a wise harmony