Burn my throat, red tincture. Bring my cheekbones together, with the bitterness of potions. Like the ancient drawings of a forbidden figure The sacred Montsegur will rise from the ruins. I am a widow's son and a faithful troubadour His chosen one named Endura. I know how nature changes in the fire, Coming from the captivity of creepy creatures.

Burn my throat, red tincture. Bring my cheekbones together, with the bitterness of potions. Like the ancient drawings of a forbidden figure The sacred Montsegur will rise from the ruins. I am a widow's son and a faithful troubadour His chosen one named Endura. I know how nature changes in the fire, Coming from the captivity of creepy creatures.

Burn my throat, red tincture. Bring my cheekbones together, with the bitterness of potions. Like the ancient drawings of a forbidden figure The sacred Montsegur will rise from the ruins. I am a widow's son and a faithful troubadour His chosen one named Endura. I know how nature changes in the fire, Coming from the captivity of creepy creatures.

Burn my throat, red tincture. Bring my cheekbones together, with the bitterness of potions. Like the ancient drawings of a forbidden figure The sacred Montsegur will rise from the ruins. I am a widow's son and a faithful troubadour His chosen one named Endura. I know how nature changes in the fire, Coming from the captivity of creepy creatures.