Jacques de Molay sat in the darkness,
Just a rainy October day,
Thirteenth of October, thirteen'o'three.
A soldier knows when it's no good to fight.
So he said and his sword nodded silently.
A soldier knows when it's time to die.
You heretics!
Betrayers!
In your dark temples
Who did you pray?
Inquisition
Will show the way.
Monks and warriors.
Saint or demons?
Greedness or glory?
No answers left.
Just memories
Of crosses and swords.
Square and compa**.
Compa** and square.
In the house of Saint Clair.
Square and compa**.
Compa** and square.
But God is everywhere.
Jerusalem
Years ago
You have a secret
I want to know
And gold and lands
For Philip the King.
Crucifixion,
Painful honor,
Even for a knight.
Strong is my faith,
Weak are my bones.
Tell me what to say…
Square and compa**.
Compa** and square.
And stars, stars are everywhere.
Square and compa**.
Compa** and square.
But for whom and where?
Square and compa**.
Compa** and square.
In the house of Saint Clair
Square and compa**.
Compa** and Square.
But God is everywhere.
Thousands tonight will surrender or die.
Others will eventually hide away.
Templars! Templars! Lost in a forgotten past.
Jacques de Molay sat in the darkness,
Just a rainy October day.
Thirteenth of October, thirteen'o'three.