Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Монсегюр

My message is black as fear
Fanatic's fear of faith -
Provencal rod in hand
Black pack of Templars.

Coats of arms of graves in the snow ...
God grant us not to lower took away
when you look them in the face!
Montsegur has not yet fallen.

The alarm sounds in the groan of the wind.
The throat of the loopholes smells of smoke.
The purple sky is not the sunset:
Blood of the Albigensian Master!

Throw the horses at the gait,
The south wind spreads
scorched wing ...
Montsegur has not yet fallen!

With every bonfire folded
The black crown is growing stronger
Catholic sodom -
The skeleton of the devil's throne.

I became a shield embrasure ...
Time of hellish curse
will come into force only then
When Monsegur falls!