"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 [bad word] faith."

 And the omens were right
 For king and for God
 The eagles nest suppressed
 victory born in pain
 The war now finished at last
 By the powers from above
 Undisturbed, determined, undaunted
 For the cross and the [bad word] 
 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
 [bad word] 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!