[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
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 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