| Oh friendless comrades of hate
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| I cannot maintain our covenant
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| Setting death to our poetic play
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| Those smooth tunes of bizarre sadness
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| A phoenix tear is falling
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| Down upon our vain dust
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| On your knees I’m prostrate with grief
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| I’m the stake and the cross
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| Not been enough strong to get over the step
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| Proof of defeat suffering, eternally guilty of failures
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| The theater bizarre’s curtain half open
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| An expending branch
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| Alceste Moliere’s principal character
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| Is lost through time
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| In the immense cosmos daedalus
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| Forever tormented with sorrow and suicide desire
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| Alceste, the principal hero
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| Is lost through time in the cosmos
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| Eternally reclused in the grief of his retirement
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| A thousand years of nothingness
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| 2666 Future futile…
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| To save our reason’s mind
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| Moliere will drop his utopist
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| Into the limb of an elsewhere
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| Teleportate a century after his ultimate separate
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| Love-seeking with the others
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| A projected vagabond in a new form of world
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| A similar surrounding is offered
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| Finding away all the humanist
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| Alceste discovers his inner hate
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| And the future of the humain race
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| 666 years after our era
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| As a timeless fortune teller
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| He will set in motion Celimene’s pulsions
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| And will make of 2666 the decadence
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| Of an horrible futility to live
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| And even less to love |