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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iron Maiden
Vocals
Bruce Dickinson
Vocals
Janick Gers
Guitar
Steve Harris
Bass Guitar
Nicko McBrain
Drums
Adrian Smith
Guitar
Dave Murray
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Dickinson
Composer
Janick Gers
Composer
Steve Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Harris
Co-Producer
Brad Spence
Assistant Engineer
Ade Emsley
Mastering Engineer
Drew Griffiths
Engineer
Tony Newton
Mastering Engineer
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Shirley
Producer
Songtexte
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 Montségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montségur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montségur
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
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 and to die and be free
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers
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