Testo Vodun does not retreat - The Wahala Collective
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She rode into camp on a white horse
Smiling like we already won
Baron Maman Brigid and a second army
A letter from Ghede Ghadou Loa
Two years I begged for help. Two years of silence
And now — he sends her. Hélas
She came in and tore my standing down
She said "While you built toys — my scouts roamed your ground
My army slipped in like breeze — and you expect to stop the Niri?"
Your builders — fools. How naive can you be
She say - "Amadioha split from his army. One week east. Exposed."
"We have a fortress —" I open my mouth to say
But she looks me dead in the eyes "That is not the Vodun way."
I grip the table. "The weapon IS the plan
We built it for this fight. We hold the line where we stand."
She holds a letter high. Ghede Ghadou Loa's seal
"Baron Kriminel — sous les ordres de Brigid." This can't be real
He places me under her command
Trahison. Two years I built this valley. I do not understand
Vodun does not retreat. That's what she told my men
Vodun does not retreat. She marched us from the den
She pulled us from the fortress where my weapon held the line
Vodun does not retreat... but she was leading us to die
Quelle folie — mes soldats falling for her command
Vodun ne recule pas... but who will save this land
They called it the Dead Forest, but plenty alive here
Twenty thousand Vodunese walking without fear
We left at dawn, marching towards Brigids fight
But the overgrown branches made it feel like night
A scout bursts through on horseback—fear shining in his eyes
"Mesyé! The Niri are here, they've caught us by surprise."
We must move but ground is a bog—boots slipping in the slime
Niri warriors are coming, we have run out of time
I grabbed her by the collar: "You fool — you led us to a trap."
She screamed, "I am your Baron!" — Fout Tonné — and I heard the
Bowstrings snap
My men threw bodies forward — shields across a disgraced man
Spears as arrows flying through the air
Loyal soldiers. Even as the weapons of death whistled near
Dying for a Baron stripped of his command
Vodun does not retreat. That's what she told my men
Vodun does not retreat. She marched us from the den
She pulled us from the fortress where my weapon held the line
Vodun does not retreat... but she was leading us to die
Quelle folie — mes soldats falling for her command
Vodun ne recule pas... but who will save this land
"We must retreat." I shout
"Vodun does not retreat!" she screamed
I drove my fist across her jaw. She fell into the mud
That is not retreat — it is common sense
This ground with not bathe today in our blood
I dragged her on the horse. Mon Dieu — I should have let her fall
We broke the treeline bleeding. What was left was barely all
And there he stood. Amadioha. Standing on the plain
Standing on my weapon. Mon arme. The thing I built
The shield I forged for victory — aimed at my own chest
The siege machine that saved us — turned against the rest
My soldiers, throwing their bodies to protect me
A brutal display. The cunning of the War Eze
Brigids words flashing back. "This is the Vodun way."
Vodun does not retreat. That's what she told my men
Vodun does not retreat. She marched us from the den
She pulled us from the fortress where my weapon held the line
Vodun does not retreat... but she was leading us to die
Quelle folie — mes soldats falling for her command
Vodun ne recule pas... but who will save this land
I did everything right
I built the weapon. I held the valley. I waited two years
And when help arrived — it destroyed me faster than the enemy ever
Could
Amadioha stands on my machine
Brigid stands on my name
And my soldiers — my soldiers stood between me and the grave
Même maintenant. Even after everything
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Writer(s): Wahala Collective
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