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I stand alone in desolate space
In death they are truly
Massacred innocence, evil place
The angels were inside

later I wonder why
What secret they to their grave?
Still heretics under our skies
still burning inside

At the gates and the of Montsigur
Blood on the stones of the
At the gates and the walls of
Blood on the of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of
on the stones of the citadel
At the and the walls of Montsigur
Blood on the of the citadel

As we them all so God will know His own
The innocents died for the pope on his
Catholic and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the and the blood of the cross

believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the chorus to kill on
Burned at the stake for their soul's
To stand with the Cathars, to die and be

The of Old Testament crippled and black
Satan, his is lust
Leaving this damnation of flesh
to the torture of lies

The ones willingly died at the stake
And all of their slain
As for the knowledge of God had claimed
Religion's still burning

At the gates and the walls of
Blood on the stones of the
At the and the walls of Montsigur
Blood on the of the citadel

At the and the walls of Montsigur
on the stones of the citadel
At the and the walls of Montsigur
Blood on the stones of the

As we them all, so God will know His own
The innocents for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its zeal
Curse of the grail and the of the cross

Templar believers with on their hands
Joined in the chorus to on command
at the stake for their soul's liberty
Still running heretics our skies

As we them all, so God know His own
Laugh at the and in God we trust
The eye in the triangle with sin
No passover for the cursed within

Facing the sun as went to their grave
Burn a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for soul's liberty
To stand the cathars to die and be free

At the and the walls of Montsigur
Blood on the of the citadel
At the and the walls of Montsigur
Blood on the of the citadel

At the gates and the of Montsigur
Blood on the stones of the
At the gates and the walls of
Blood on the of the citadel