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• Artiste: Horns Of Hattin
• Titre: Montségur
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Mired in the crushing kill The papal blade wields further still To cleave the unclean bosom Of clean heretic heart Ecclesiastic dregs to depurate Through 20 years of sword and stake Rex Mundi - the Inquisition's hordes prostrate the Katharoi Kill them all Christians and Faidits Surely the Lord Discerns which are his In God’s church Gashes seep Mothers sprawled Children sleep - forever Subdue the Good Men, make them tame Induce our Lord with Sword and Flame So Jesus on the Cross he wept and bled For once the beaten dog bit back God's henchmen ambushed in the black of 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 kill The Trebuchet casts further still To crush the unclean spirit Of clean heretic heart The sky heaves aching shades of woe The Dragon thrashes in its throe The Synagogue of Satan, Montsegur slowly falls apart Down the rocks Four escape Manisola ad pecuniam infinitam Forever gone Saved from greed Through their lines To the sea The time of peace has now expired They drag them down the mountainside Recant! Or feed the flames!” “We’d rather die.” So to the pyres they were brought Up on the stakes havoc wrought “Et in Arcadia ego” Their embers shine forever – in Heaven!