Letra de Montségur (2015 Remaster)
I stand alone in this desolate space In death they are truly alive Massacred innocence, evil took place The angels were burning insideCenturies later I wonder why What secret that they took to their grave Still burning heretics under our skies Religion's still burning insideAt the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadelAs 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 crossTemplar believers with blood on their hands Joined in the chorus to kill on command Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty To stand with the cathars to die and be freeThe book of old testament crippled and black Satan his weapon is lust Leaving this evil damnation of flesh Back to the torture of lifeThe perfect ones willingly died at the stake And all of their followers slain As for the knowledge of god they had claimed Religion's still burning insideAt the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadelAs 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 crossTemplar believers with blood on their hands Joined in the chorus to kill on command Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty Still burning heretics under our skiesAs 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 withinFacing 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 freeAt the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel At the gates and the walls of Montségur Blood on the stones of the citadel