la main destructrice de l'homme n'épargne rien de ce qui vit ; il tue pour se nourir, il tue pour se vêtir, il tue pour se parer, il tue pour attaquer, il tue pour se défendre, il tue pour s'instruire, il tue pour s'amuser, il tue pour tuer, il a besoin de tout et rien ne lui résiste.

Joseph de Maistre

fracturer la porte aux armes des enfers dantesques et peut etre alors.... (les consciences un instant dévérouillées)

Jean-Baptiste

remember our first date !

you were like her , My Beauty ;
loving the roses , I was The Beast .

falling in love with you ,
forgetting what I am ,
our love was like my roses :
     so red and beautiful .

one day this rose became dark
this day you told me : Stop !
it sounded like : "Remember ,
       you're a beast ,
       it's not a fairytale ,
       you can't become my princess ,
       our love's impossible !"

from this , the roses blood
and can't stop , they're dying .
the bloody Beast I am
feed the dying roses with blood , mine ...
I'm going with them to my death .

don't you see that my Beauty ?
remember you were the Beauty of the Beast
for the last time , dance with me
becaus it's impossible for us to be ...