Montsigur Lyrics
The song Montsigur is performed by Iron Maiden in the album named Dance of Death in the year 2003 .
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I stand alone in this desolate space. In death they are truly alive
Ma*sacred 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 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 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 on the blood on 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 will know his own. Laugh at the darkness and in God we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin. No pa*sover 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 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
