May 1243.
Through darkened forests I see
Horsemen carrying flags,
The flags of the Vatican
Inside this trap all smells like death
Innocents await the foreseen end
Punished for our faith
That we won't leave behind
So here we stand
At the battlefront
I am weakened
By hunger and thirst
But my heart is strong inside
I'll never accept
Their twisted faith
Even though I die in flames
In the synagogue of Satan
Swords will rise tonight
In the Vatican of heresy
Cathars will not die!
The walls are falling down
As the invasion sets at dusk
This massacre is helpless
So this is how it ends
200 burned alive
Inside the castle of Montsegur
I am weakened
By hunger and thirst
But my heart is strong inside
I'll never accept
Their twisted faith
Even though I die in flames
In the synagogue of Satan
Swords will rise tonight
In the Vatican of heresy
Cathars will not die!
I am weakened
By hunger and thirst
But my heart is strong inside
I'll never accept
Their twisted faith
Even though I die in flames
Channeling philosophical quandaries into cavernous death metal, the Australian trio turn modern power struggles into an aural advantage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2022