Montsegur Lyrics

Song	Montsegur
Artist	Iron Maiden
Album	Dance Of Death
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	作词 : Dickinson, Gers, Harris
	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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all, so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel

	zuo ci : Dickinson, Gers, Harris
	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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all, so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel

	zuò cí : Dickinson, Gers, Harris
	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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	As we kill them all, so
	God will know
	His ownThe 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
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
	At the gates and the walls of
	MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel

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