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