Horns Of Hattin - Monts�gur Lyrics
Mired in the crushing killThe papal blade wields further stillTo cleave the unclean bosomOf clean heretic heartEcclesiastic dregs to depurateThrough 20 years of sword and stakeRex Mundi - the Inquisition's hordesProstrate the KatharoiKill them allChristians and FaiditsSurely the LordDiscerns which are hisIn God's churchGashes seepMothers sprawledChildren sleep - foreverSubdue the Good Men, make them tameInduce our Lord with Sword and FlameSo Jesus on the Cross he weptAnd bledFor once the beaten dog bit backGod's henchmen ambushed in the blackOf night - "All is free!""All is dead.""The council has hereby determined to forthwith cut off the head of the dragon."Hurling balls of stone to killThe Trebuchet casts further stillTo crush the unclean spiritOf clean heretic heartThe sky heaves aching shades of woeThe Dragon thrashes in it's throeThe Synagogue of Satan, MontsegurSlowly falls apartDown the rocksFour escapeManisolaAd pecuniam infinitamForever goneSaved from greedThrough their linesTo the seaThe time of peace has now expiredThey drag them down the mountainsideRecant! Or feed the flamesWe'd rather die.So to the pyres they were broughtUp on the stakes havoc wroughtEt in Arcadia egoTheir embers shine forever in Heaven!
