We walked to the fires singing a song of praise and love. Do not grieve for us. Grieve , instead that there are still souls in the world that will kill in the name of God. Pray for them, not for us. We already belong to God.
La grandisima victoria de los Bonshomes sobre la inquisición. Se transustanciaron y subieron a los cielos elevados, sin responder con el mal a sus verdugos.
The Cathars were a dualist sect established in the Languedoc southern France. They were virtually wiped out at the instigation of the Papacy in the 13th century. Montsegur was one of the last Cathar strongholds to capitulate. Two hundred Cathar Parfaits were consequently burnt to death.
I didn(t know the song of Ironmaiden. Interesting, they talk about the true story of the cathars in Montsegur. "Montségur" I stand alone in this desolate space In death they are truly alive Massacred innocents, 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 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 Living this evil damnation of flesh Back to the torture of life The perfect would willingly have died at the stake And all of their followers slain As for the knowledge of god they had claimed Religion 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 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 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
