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 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 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
 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 chorus to kill on command
 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
 Leaving this evil damnation of flesh
 Back to the torture of life
 The 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 inside
 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
 At the gates and the walls of Montségur
 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 chorus to kill on command
 Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
 Still burning heretics under our skies
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 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 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