Décrétés personæ non gratæ partout où l'on échoue, il aura fallu du temps pour enfin se faire raison. Au royaume des hérétiques les saints se feront toujours rebuts. Alors est partis se faire pendre ailleurs, bon gré mal gré. Las d'attendre un quelconque dû auprès d'un monde qui n'aura jamais aucun compte à rendre. Voilà le chemin de pénitence des lucides; destinés à traverser l'époque les doigts plantés bien profonds dans la bouche, condamnés à étreindre nos démons jusqu'à ce que leurs vertèbres lâchent.
"Decreed personæ non gratæ wherever we land, it took a while to finally deal with it. In the kingdom of heretics, saints will always be waste. So we left to be hanged elsewhere, w****-nilly. Tired of waiting for some kind of debt from a world that will never be accountable. This is the path of penance of the lucids; Expected to pass through the time our fingers planted deep in our mouths. Sentenced to embrace our demons until their vertebrae break."
"Decreed personæ non gratæ wherever we land, it took a while to finally deal with it. In the kingdom of heretics, saints will always be waste. So we left to be hanged elsewhere, w****-nilly. Tired of waiting for some kind of debt from a world that will never be accountable. This is the path of penance of the lucids; Expected to pass through the time our fingers planted deep in our mouths. Sentenced to embrace our demons until their vertebrae break."