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I stand alone in this desolate spaceIn death they are truly aliveMassacred innocence, evil took placeThe angels were burning insideCenturies later I wonder whyWhat secret that they took to their graveStill burning heretics under our skiesReligion's still burning insideAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAs we kill them all so god will know his ownThe innocents died for the pope on his throneCatholic greed and its paranoid zealCurse of the grail and the blood of the crossTemplar believers with blood on their handsJoined in the chorus to kill on demandBurned at the stake for their soul's libertyTo stand with the cathars to die and be freeThe book of old testament crippled and blackSatan his weapon is lustLiving this evil God`s nation of fleshBack to the torture of lifeThe perfect unwillingly died in the stakeAnd all of the followers slainedAs for the knowledge of god they had claimedReligion's still burning insideAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAs we kill them all so god will know his ownThe innocents died for the pope on his throneCatholic greed and its paranoid zealCurse of the grail and the blood of the crossTemplar believers with blood on their handsJoined in the chorus to kill on demandBurned at the stake for their soul's libertyStill burning heretics under our skiesAs we kill them all so god know his ownLaugh at the darkness and in god we trustThe eye of the triangle smiling with sinNo passover feast for the cursed withinFacing the sun as they went to their graveBurn like a dog or you live like a slaveDeath is the price for your soul's libertyTo stand with the cathars and to die and be freeAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadelAt the gates and the walls of MontségurBlood on the stones of the citadel
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