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Henrique Rosa Aurora Rosa

9 Lisbon ....

Soup....

You can say whatever you want We will go on To stop being a poor emigrant To be proud to be Portuguese Give soup to your neighbors national product Even if you stay alone, always keep your morale Don't be another banal case Keep, keep your morale You can laugh or even cry if you want Nothing and no one will defeat us We will fight to the end of the feud To ask the world to understand Give soup to your neighbors national product Even if you stay alone Keep, keep your morale Don't be another banal case Keep, keep your morale Don't be another banal case Give soup I jumped over the wall I played with myself I lost I won But it's me I give it a sopaaaaaa

Elizabeth

Rosa Minho... 9 Lisbon

Casa Branca X Terra

Rosa Henrique Irmão ...

Henrique brother went to live in Argentina

CA Carlos Bé Carmo... 9 Lisbon

Stories that my Grandmother told me when I was with her and that I asked her to tell them.

Ca Carlos

Tapetes de Arraiolos

Tapete Chão Cave Nascimento Lola Aurora Ana

Kidman Moulin Rouge

The songs of the people

As paredes The walls

Monte Abraão Abraham Mount

The walls of Montsegur

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 that 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 command 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 life 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 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 command Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty Still burning heretics under our skies As we kill them all so god will know his own Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust The eye of 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 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