N G R 16: China Great Wall

The Cabin

NY BROADWAY TOWERS

"Montségur"

I stand alone in this desolate space In death they are truly alive Massacred innocents, 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 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 Living this evil damnation of flesh Back to the torture of life The perfect would willingly have died at the stake And all of their followers slain As for the knowledge of god they had claimed Religion 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 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 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 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

"Senjutsu"

Beat the warning the sound of the drums Set the beacons afire for them all Call to arms all the men far and wide Have to fight now for dynasty pride at stake The invaders repel from the north Keep out nomads who come from the plains Northern grasslands awash with them all Blocking the tribes that invade from the south of us Rallying round to the call We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums And they need everyone at the wall So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall Survive on ledges bitten in dust Knowledge and virtue is stricken by lust Really believe that they're coming for us Dancing on graves Of those who bled for us Driven away by our endless desire Defeat by anger and our greatest fire Attack again and try as they might Hold them again and see them running Rallying round to the call We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums And they need everyone at the wall So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall Hear them coming - Ready now we wait Must be steadfast - Must be patient Must believe in - That we can win What will save us - The great wall Now under siege have the real strength to hold them now Have to believe that we can repel them Faith in the years our ancestors taught us Have the belief that we can protect the wall Try if they can we will overthrow them Fight to the last they can never own us Battle of wills we'll fight to the last man Honour our dead so they never fought in vain Hold our fortune - Avenge the merciful Hold the great wall - Never fall again Arrows falling - Dark oblivion - Live in spirit - Live to tell our sons Rallying round to the call We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums And they need everyone at the wall So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall