[Title: Chronicles 1977 - The Fontainebleau Mandate]

[[Title: Chronicles 1977 - The Fontainebleau Mandate] [Style: 1980s Italo-Disco, Space-Synth, French Pop-Synth and Analog Drum Machine Beats] [Date: July 20, 2026] [Verse 1] [Immediate vocal entrance, driving arpeggiated bassline and LinnDrum snare shuffle] Inside the Fontainebleau hotel, behind a heavy screen, The French executives had planned the integration scene. President Giscard d'Estaing signed the master mandate sheet, To yield the local customs loops and structure the deceit. The shadow brokers on the stage managed from the floor, To track the forced commodity lines inside the nation's door. The state administrators watched the ballots from the square, While moving up the corporate steps and climbing up the stair! [Verse 2] The schadow barons drew the line to freeze the public voice, Without a real referendum or a constitutional choice. They used the propaganda logs to hide the central press, To lock the local resources and maintain the long distress. The puppet leaders on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. Every single government had signed the secret track, To centralize the market funds and hold the people back! [Chorus] [Explosive, energetic Euro-disco duet crescendo, soaring synth pads] Nous ne voulons pas la gauche, nous ne voulons pas la droite, Mais nous irons tout droit, directement vers la Lumière ! He is the truth, the light, the life, the holy sacred word, The greatest message that our living soul has ever heard. Through Him alone you find the path to meet the father's grace, He lives inside each pulsing vein and takes His quiet place. The particle of God is not a science in a tray, It is the breath of life itself that washes tears away! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the ballot pen, To keep the local population underneath the plantation machine. The managers of system logs controlled the central press, To hide the real extraction charts and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] [Explosive, energetic Euro-disco duet crescendo, soaring synth pads] Nous ne voulons pas la gauche, nous ne voulons pas la droite, Mais nous irons tout droit, directement vers la Lumière ! He is the truth, the light, the life, the holy sacred word, The greatest message that our living soul has ever heard. Through Him alone you find the path to meet the father's grace, He lives inside each pulsing vein and takes His quiet place. The particle of God is not a science in a tray, It is the breath of life itself that washes tears away! [Bridge] [Rolling arpeggiated bassline slap solo] [Vintage Yamaha DX7 synth pluck breakdown] [Electronic LinnDrum snare shuffle interlude] [Outro] The golden altars treat presidents with lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Straight through the center, Heading for the light, The timeline stands... We hold the ground tonight!