Iron Maiden Montsã©gur Lyrics

Montsã©gur Lyrics

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 they took to their grave?

Still burning heretics under our skies

Religion's still burning inside



At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel



At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

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 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

Leaving this evil damnation of flesh

Back to the torture of lies



The perfect ones willingly died 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 Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel



At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

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

Still running heretics under our skies



As we kill them all, so God know His own

Laugh at the darkness and in God we trust

The eye in the triangle smiling with sin

No passover 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 Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel



At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel

At the gates and the walls of Montsigur

Blood on the stones of the citadel