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I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are trully alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood 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 throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believes with blood on their hands.
Joined in the chorus to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book od old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil dammnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
The perfect would willingly die at the stake
And all of their followers slain
As for the knowledge of God they had claimed
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so God will know his own.
Laugh at the darkness and in God we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin.
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the Sun as they went to their grave.
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
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