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 they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies, religion's still burning inside

At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, 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 on the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands joined in the song_chorus to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their souls' liberty to stand with the Cathars to die and be free

The book of Old Testament crippled and black, Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh back to the torture of life
The Perfect would willingly die 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 Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, 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 on the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands joined in the song_chorus to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their souls' liberty stumbling penitence everyone dies

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'll live like a slave
Death is the price for your souls' liberty to stand with the Cathars to die and be free

At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsegur, blood on the stones of the citadel