Iron Maiden

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 Monts?gur
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
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Monts?gur
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 choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free