2666... Lyrics - Misanthrope

Oh friendless comrades of hate 

I cannot maintain our covenant 

Setting death to our poetic play 

Those smooth tunes of bizarre sadness 

A phoenix tear is falling 

Down upon our vain dust 

On your knees I'm prostrate with grief 

I'm the stake and the cross 

Not been enough strong to get over the step 

Proof of defeat suffering, eternally guilty of failures 

The theater bizarre's curtain half open 

An expending branch 

Alceste Moliere's principal character 

Is lost through time 

In the immense cosmos daedalus 

Forever tormented with sorrow and suicide desire 

Alceste, the principal hero 

Is lost through time in the cosmos 

Eternally reclused in the grief of his retirement 

A thousand years of nothingness 

2666 Future futile... 

To save our reason's mind 

Moliere will drop his utopist 

Into the limb of an elsewhere 

Teleportate a century after his ultimate separate 

Love-seeking with the others 

A projected vagabond in a new form of world 

A similar surrounding is offered 

Finding away all the humanist 

Alceste discovers his inner hate 

And the future of the humain race 

666 years after our era 

As a timeless fortune teller 

He will set in motion Celimene's pulsions 

And will make of 2666 the decadence 

Of an horrible futility to live 

And even less to love