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"The thinking of the knights and mercenaries as

they fought the cathars, how they were paid for

forty days at a time..."

Before the sun goes down they'll scream

Heretics, cower, our blades are sharp for thee

We'll put you to the sword

or hang you from a tree

KILLTIME, Bloodlust, no time to pray

Heretic

Voices

We don't give a damn

You're all gonna die

Forty days

that's all we're paid for

Forty days

Longer if you want us to stay

Forty days

That's what you paid for our hire

Forty days

No more

Fighting every day

in this holy war

KILLTIME, Bloodshed, let loose the dogs of war

Your heretic beliefs with which we don't agree

our sword thirst to end your day

Heretics

Hearsay

Hope your gods are with you

watching as you die

Forty days

to destroy the aura around you

Forty days

to put an end to your lives

Forty days

We're just soldiers for hire

Forty days

No more

War!

Mercenaries and Knights

Warriors of the north

KILL TIME, Bloodlust, you will be no more

Our sword will set you free from this mockery

KILLTIME, crush, our mandate is to slay

Cathars

Vaudois

Why don't you face the true god

Give up Idolatry

Forty days

We'll put you all to the fire

Forty days

You'll then just be history

Forty days

Perhaps is what you desire

Forty days

of Death