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May 1243.

Through darkened forests I see

Horsemen carrying flags,

The flags of the Vatican

Inside this trap all smells like death

Innocents await the foreseen end

Punished for our faith

That we won't leave behind

So here we stand

At the battlefront

I am weakened

By hunger and thirst

But my heart is strong inside

I'll never accept

Their twisted faith

Even though I die in flames

In the synagogue of Satan

Swords will rise tonight

In the Vatican of heresy

Cathars will not die!

The walls are falling down

As the invasion sets at dusk

This massacre is helpless

So this is how it ends

200 burned alive

Inside the castle of Montsegur

I am weakened

By hunger and thirst

But my heart is strong inside

I'll never accept

Their twisted faith

Even though I die in flames

In the synagogue of Satan

Swords will rise tonight

In the Vatican of heresy

Cathars will not die!

I am weakened

By hunger and thirst

But my heart is strong inside

I'll never accept

Their twisted faith

Even though I die in flames