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 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

Living this evil God`s nation of flesh

Back to the torture of life

The perfect unwillingly died in the stake

And all of the followers slained

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 demand

Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty

Still burning heretics under our skies

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 price for your soul's liberty

To stand with the cathars and 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