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I stand in this desolate space
In death they are alive
innocence, evil took place
The were burning inside

Centuries later I why
What secret they took to grave?
Still burning heretics under our
Religion's burning inside

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

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

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

Templar with blood on their hands
in the chorus to kill on demand
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 weapon is
Leaving this evil damnation of
Back to the of lies

The ones willingly died at the stake
And all of their followers
As for the knowledge of God they had
Religion's burning inside

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

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

As we kill them all, so God will His own
The innocents for the pope on his throne
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 liberty
Still running under our skies

As we kill them all, so God His own
at the darkness and in God we trust
The eye in the triangle smiling sin
No passover feast for the cursed

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

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

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