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