Misanthrope - 1666... Theatre Bizarre Lyrics
1666... Theatre bizarrePoet eastheticMisanthropic Art1666... Theatre bizarreArchitect lunaticA sun above above the stars1666... Theatre bizarrePoet eastheticMisanthropic Art1666... you love the bizarreArchitect lunaticA sun above above the starsUnveil the hearth of bizarre,Behind the theater barsUnlock the wood carven sliding doorFeel deeply the loss of MolireInto a hall almost unrealEach step encloses... a hidden secret.Bizarre sceneryBizarre sceneryCunning shadows unfold gracefully the red long-pile carpetOn which it was the custom in olden daysTo curtsey to Louis the XIV a half turned reverence.On the walls... enchantress embroidery,Courteous courtezan and gentle marquess.The haunted and forgotten spirits of masquerade surround youAbandoned in the endless gallery of the Louvre museum.1666... Theatre bizarrePoet eastheticMisanthropic Art1666... you love the bizarreArchitect lunaticA sun above above the starsFall asleep, scornfull failureFatigued by the lapse of weakness of the gothic structureSuddenly in the ultimate antechamber of separationAt the confines of this mysterious mazeA sharp voice escapes the groove and calls upon meWelcome in the bosom of the familly, son De L'ArgilireEstablish home in the theatre bizarreWhere contemptuous is synonym of illusory...And remember to answer the calls of the theatre bizarre
