Là Où Nous Allons
Forteresse
Where We Are Going
Long ago the house is empty
Besieged with money
Our sons have emigrated
(Forced to survive off the land) our daughters have taken husbands
Before the rooster has crowed the defeatism of cowards
Since we no longer have the luxury of failure
Stir up the embers in the crimson hearth
Let it warm our numb hearts
Arm yourselves with your most loyal muskets
The charge will be brutal and merciless
The currency of cards is useless where we are going
At dawn, destiny will have been sealed
Our blades are sharp, our patience dulled
The submissive will have to die first
Only the emboldened by winter will remain
The star of freedom guiding our swords
A sip of Caribou to swallow our misery
Before the snow covers our tracks
Man to man, until the last we will fight
We will die with our heads held high
For tonight, only blood
Will stain the majesty of the pristine snow
