[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 k**time, 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 k**time, 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 k**time, bloodlust, you will be no more Our sword will set you free from this mockery k**time, 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 d**h