Song Lyrics
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur, as for the knowledge of god they had claimed
The innocents died for the pope on his throne, evil took place
blood on the stones of the citadel
religion still burning inside
at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Blood on the stones of the citadel, blood on the stones of the citadel, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, blood on the stones of the citadel
at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Templar believers with blood on their hands, joined in the chorus to kill on command
As for the knowledge of god they had claimed, blood on the stones of the citadel, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, blood on the stones of the citadel
The innocents died for the pope on his throne, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave, curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, burned at the stake for their soul s liberty, blood on the stones of the citadel
the book of old testament crippled and black
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal, facing the sun as they went to their grave
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross, back to the torture of life Montsegur, to stand with the cathars to die and be free
In death they are truly alive, templar believers with blood on their hands, as we kill them all so god will know his own
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
i stand alone in this desolate space
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free, back to the torture of life Maiden, facing the sun as they went to their grave
massacred innocence
satan his weapon is lust
To stand with the cathars to die and be free, to stand with the cathars to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, religion still burning inside
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross, religion still burning inside, to stand with the cathars to die and be free
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave, blood on the stones of the citadel Iron, blood on the stones of the citadel
And all of their followers slain, the angels were burning inside
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, the innocents died for the pope on his throne, the angels were burning inside
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, burned at the stake for their soul s liberty Iron, centuries later i wonder why
To stand with the cathars to die and be free, what secret that they took to their grave, facing the sun as they went to their grave
Blood on the stones of the citadel, at the gates and the walls of monts gur, as for the knowledge of god they had claimed
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
blood on the stones of the citadel
death is the price for your soul s liberty
at the gates and the walls of monts gur
blood on the stones of the citadel
Back to the torture of life, i stand alone in this desolate space Montsegur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Still burning heretics under our skies, blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of monts gur, blood on the stones of the citadel
Facing the sun as they went to their grave, blood on the stones of the citadel
I stand alone in this desolate space, living this evil damnation of flesh
Centuries later i wonder why, what secret that they took to their grave, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Centuries later i wonder why, back to the torture of life
at the gates and the walls of monts gur
at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Back to the torture of life, in death they are truly alive, blood on the stones of the citadel
Burned at the stake for their soul s liberty, at the gates and the walls of monts gur Iron, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
i stand alone in this desolate space
Massacred innocence, at the gates and the walls of monts gur, at the gates and the walls of monts gur
Evil took place, religion still burning inside, and all of their followers slain
evil took place
I stand alone in this desolate space, blood on the stones of the citadel, back to the torture of life
