Through the flames had drowned the voices of the defending knights
The rumours of innocence stayed persistently alive
The pope and the king still driven by their greed blood-stained
Sought to abolish the order by seizing de Molay
A small island on the river Seine
The Notre Dame glanced at a stand with two stakes
The Grandmaster and his companion
Were to face a slow d**h at the stake
Their villains saw to the best discretion
Only few people believed the malicious claims
Bound in chains the proud old man climbed up to the stand
Followed to a horrid d**h by an old friend
With a firm and clear voice he retracted his confession
Telling there was a conspiracy behind the accusations
Again in the Paris air
The stench of roasting Templar flesh
The flames were made to burn slowly
To enhance the agony of their d**h
At his very last moment
Turned de Molay to the king and the pope
"Within a year you will pay for your crime
within a year you will burn in Hell"