- Sylvain: My quest began with a riddle: "In a thousand years, Gandahar was destroyed, and all its people massacred. A thousand years ago, Gandahar will be saved, and what can't be avoided will be."
- Blaminhoe: We have lived in peace so long, we've neglected the possiblity of evil and we may have forgotten how to fight it.
- Homme-métal: Men of metal: Our mission is a success; our losses do not matter. Those metal men who were destroyed have served a worthy cause; we need not mourn them. Death has meaning only for contemptible beings; beings in love with the individual self. The "I" does not exist.
- Men of Metal: I do not exist.
- Homme-métal: The true "I" is we. It is we. It is we!
- Men of Metal: The true "I" is we. It is we. It is we.
- Homme-métal: And we are he. He, the great beginning. Master of our energy and soon master of the world. We are destroying the decadent Gandahar, kingdom of waste and license. The great beginning will destroy Gandahar, for what kingdom deserves to live in peace for mere pleasure and freedom? Before the final annihilation, our delegates will travel over the circumscribing ocean to prove our complete submission. Contact with the master will renew our power and our strength. Hear me. Hear me! Tonight you must disconnect your faculties and here we embark. Long live the master, our lives are his!
- Men of Metal: Long live the great beginning.
- Chief of the Deformed: Now then, do you really believe we're the enemy?
- Sylvain: I do.
- Chief of the Deformed: Capable of... conquering you?
- Sylvain: Never!
- Chief of the Deformed: Sylvain, can't you guess who we are?
- Sylvain: No...
- Chief of the Deformed: Don't you *know* who we are? We with these bodies, these heads, these limbs, shaped all ways, unassembled without care? C'mon, Sylvain.
- Sylvain: The... the deformed?