I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil
took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret
that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still
burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the
citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the
gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the
walls of Montsgur
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 believers with blood on
their hands
Joined in the choruse 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 of old testament crippled
and black
Satan his weapon is lust
As for the knowleadge of god they had
claimed
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of
Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood
on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of
the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the
citadel
As we kill them all so god 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 p
