Before the sun goes down theyll scream Heretics, cower, our blades are sharp for thee Well put you to the sword or hang you from a tree Killtime, bloodlust, no time to pray Heretic, voices We dont give a damn Youre all gonna die Forty days Thats all were paid for Forty days Longer if you want us to stay Forty days Thats 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 dont 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 Were just soldiers for hire Forty days No more War! Mercenaries and Knights Warriors of the north Killtime, 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 dont you face the true God Give up idolatry Forty days Well put you all to the fire Forty days Youll then just be history Forty days Perhaps is what you desire Forty days Of death
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