Als Catars - Lemuria

«The last bastion, the last icon of resistance has fallen.

In the ten months of siege the small garrison never stood a chance.

And shorthanded, hungry and numb with cold, their surrender was close at hand.

Yet clemency was given to all those who renounced their beliefs.

For the others a fiery fate awaited them.

An armistice of fourteen days was granted to convince them of the one true

faith.»

And the omens were right

For king and for God

The eagles nest suppressed

A victory born in pain

The war now finished at last

By the powers from above

Undisturbed, determined, undaunted

For the cross and the crusade

I had to give up for my people

Hunger and thirst forced me to surrender

My fortress was a refuge for the good

But with the treason of Toulouse, we never stood a chance

It was beyond my power

Their intolerant policy

For indulgence and tyranny

Blood of child and woman sticks to their hands

Oh lord, we’ll meet you soon

Dispelled by defenders of the flesh

But never have we sighed in the face of death

With hand on the heart we’ll meet our end

Never!

Never!

Shall we surrender to a wrong god!

Ever!

Forever!

The last step on the way home!

Now follow me my children

Don’t fear the fire, don’t linger, be brave

We have made a vow and can’t go back

The mercy of God will guide us through

Look they’re preparing the pyres

With straw and wood

Where our houses once stood

The blood of innocence sticks to their hands

Our spirits will be finally free

Back to the place where they belong

Have pity on them for they don’t see

Trust our Father, he’ll make us strong

Never!

Never!

Shall we surrender to a wrong god!

Ever!

Forever!

The last step on the way home!

«And on the 15th of March the catholic army entered the fortress of Montségur

and captured the inhabitant heretics.

The morning after they were led downhill and executed.

The quiet Murmuring of their prayers was drown out by the igniting fire beneath

their feet.

And then, no sound was heard but tears and sorrow.

By then, resistance had fallen, but a small group had escaped the enclosure of

Montségur, carrying with them the heretic treasure.

They fled to the surrounding woods, hid in caves and traveled by night.

Their only assignment, to find a safe haven for their secret and forbidden

words.»

Never!

Never!

Shall we surrender to a wrong god!

Ever!

Forever!

The last step on the way home!