Montségur
I stand alone in this desolate spaceIn death they are truely aliveMassacred innocence, evil took placeThe angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder whyWhat secret that they took to their graveStill burning heretics under our skiesReligion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so God will know his own (*)The innocents died for the pope on his throneCatholic greed and its paranoid zealCurse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their handsJoined in the choruse to kill on demandBurned at the stake for their soul's libertyTo stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and blackSatan his weapon is lustAs for the knowleadge of God they had claimedReligion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so God know his ownLaugh at the darkness and in God we trustThe eye of the triangle smiling with sinNo passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their graveBurn like a dog or you live like a slaveDeath is the price for your soul's libertyTo stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadel