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

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

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

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

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

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

The book of Old Testament and black
Satan, his weapon is
Leaving this damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of

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

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

As we kill all, so God will know His own
The died for the pope on his throne
greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the and the blood of the cross

Templar believers with blood on their
Joined in the to kill on command
Burned at the stake for their soul's
Still heretics under our skies

As we kill all, so God know His own
Laugh at the darkness and in God we
The eye in the triangle smiling sin
No feast for the cursed within

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

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

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