Nine Eleven - Maison Dieu

Fuck yeah ! The die is cast. We'll pay with our lives our disobedience to the militias, whether they serve « freedom » or « propagation of the virtue ». Whatever the god in whose name they pretend to act. Whatever his color, his story and the face of tyranny he's the reflect of. 'Cause from Orient to Occident, god only speaks ONE language and always pronounces the same words: He's the monarch of all those he’s watching over. And his reign is not to be disputed... Except for the ONE who has definitely renounced him and his messiahs on Earth. Heavy clouds, full of bitterness, start to pile up on top of our heads. They have the color of charcoal, and they seal the least crack of hope which could slip from the sky… God, (you) damned us. But we really don't care. We're not afraid of you anymore. We know that we'll never tread earth again. We know that we'll never have to deal with your world again. 'Cause we definitely banned your moral, laws and commandments from our lives. Of course, you'll rough up the sea, you'll blow a storm against us, you'll put our ship to fire and sword ... But no matter what, we'll stay, until the end, the masters of our own lives. Of our death. We are the spark. We are the sedition. We are the ONES who chose death over surrender. We are « the nameless and the faceless ». Between us, who can believe this world is worthy of love? What is the use in loving a thing which condemned itself to hatred? God acts so that this world always comes down to this. And till the end, he’ll enjoy letting hell thrives on each side.