Heresy II (End of a Legend)

"In 1244 during the sacking of Montsegur two knights protecting the cathar heretics were entrusted with a mission. A vision appeared before the pair telling them to take and make safe a sacred artifact. The artifact reveals itself as part of a Roman lamp in the shape of a fish." Music by Charly Steinhauer Words by Peter Vogt What we see we see in harmony What we see we see in flame A vision not reality A spirit shape within the pyre Find the token, look past the fire It will be within these walls Shining it will guide us to it's part within this tale What secret it holds will be shown to all Now we must flee here Our work is done Saving these people Is beyond our power The end of our searching Has brought us to this A piece of a roman lamp A bright glowing relic in the shape of a fish This is the token to take into the night We must escape from the burning Our hearts sadly yearning Escape from the burning This was not our normal calling We were paid to stand and fight To leave this place without protection Would result in great loss of life Our plan to leave the mountain Would set us on a dangerous path First we must traverse the ramparts To caves that shield us in our flight Taking nothing but the relic We forged to clear our way Through swords and spears we fought Throughout the dying day We left all the holy people Who had no choice but to stay Our hearts were torn and sad As we passed them on our way On entering the darkening caves A guiding light shows us the way Our relic glows with ethereal flame The caves as light as day Not time to eat Not time to sleep We rushed on through the night Far from battle but far from safe no thought given to our deadly plight Racing through tunnels so narrow and tight No one to guide us save for the light Reaching for safety with each rasping breath Our journey mysterious with no end in sight On reaching the cave mouth deep in the night We rest to sustain ourselves for further flight We must escape from the burning Our hearts sadly yearning Escape from the burning

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

"After escaping the burning the two knights escape through secret tunnels In the mountain, for many days they run towards their home, no longer Pursued they arrive back at the silent caves they call home, the villagers Thinking they were dead are overjoyed to see them alive." No time to stop or sleep Our legs are weary as we run The artifact is not a chore It’s sense of power just drives us more Racing through the darkness Guided only by it’s light Shadows all around us Reflections of our plight We know were being hunted They won’t let us get away We are far ahead of them They won’t get us on this day Run for the mountains, they await us Run through the darkness, it aides us Run for the mountains to A mountain life A mountain life We see a lightness in the gloom Our journey through the cave ends soon Racing from the cave mouth Pursuers left to roam Green fields stretch before us The path back to our home The mountains are before us from horizon to horizon towering with majesty filling our view up to the sky Run for the mountains, they await us Run through the darkness, it aides us Run for the mountains to A mountain life A mountain life We ran for many days and more Our homes are near, of that we’re sure The caves within the mountains Nestling in the gloom Rising peaks above us Fingers pointing to the moon Our kith and kin wait for us Their faces filled with pain Thought we were lost but found again Their joy showed no restrain Home in the mountains, no worries Far from the burning, no worries We’re going to live A mountain life A mountain life

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

"Two hundred years have passed. The knights of Montsegur long dead. The village that once were caves has become a village of houses. Ethereal beings Appear to them and tell of visitors to come." Now is the time to change our story’s tone Past friends are gone, their story has been told We enter now a different time 200 years have passed of moments quite sublime Our story takes flight into a magic realm History not written but told Told to our children Told to our wives Told at the fireside All spoken of with pride Sons follow their fathers their sons follow on The relic quite forgotten life just carry’s on He village lives its life unaware Of visitors arriving in the night They reveal themselves in the shape of men Though ethereal, translucent, not real, not right They greet us and say they have a story to tell A change in your lives will come Someone is coming to tell you a tale Of history that took place before you were born Forget all you’ve been told that’s all in the past These people will tell you the real truth The rest is just a myth A group arrives, not what they expect A woman riding on an ass dressed up in shabby clothes Her name is Sarah they are told A child from a story yet to unfold The story she talks of is story that goes back in time She says she’s descended from God It's hard to believe her but her passion is new Their beliefs are shaken but the story rings true She speaks of her journey and of her life Her family's history going back to the strife Between the Romans and the followers of Christ The death of believers the death of their fight She tells how the people worshipped the man His love for one woman belied his claim To take on the mantle of a king

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

"Sarah explains to the descendants of the Knights that she is the descendant of Jesus and she carries with her the other part of the relic, when the two parts are joined they fuse together into a glowing lamp. She explains that Jesus was a charlatan and that John was the true fisher of men." Music by Charly Steinhauer Words by Peter Vogt We have been travelling for many a year Our detractors have been left far behind We have a story that has to be told Of Jesus and John and mankind First we must tell you of our story so far Our part in your tale your part in ours The token you've hidden is just a detail It joins together to show our way in this tale The part of the relic in our possession fits neatly With the part that you hold See how it glows now, two parts together Truly a symbol of old Jesus was a charlatan the miracles dreams and smoke John was the rightful king of jews the rest were just a joke While Jesus played, his flocks dismayed Now we must follow the way of Johns calling Forget all that we've been told before Johns word is the story not of hatred but glory The people so proud need a savior to teach them John led the crowd from all around his sincerity portrayed We need to explain that John is the person To make a new future for all Forget what has been said open your minds Spread the word to one and all Time is fleeting the world is changing...slow so slow Johns message is prevailing, Nicene tenets are failing... oh, oh, oh Our duty is to spread the word To all that would adhere Try to stop the falsehoods heard The fisher of men is here Change the tale that has endured To a tale that speaks the truth That Jesus was a tainted man Not the offspring of a virgin I'm a portent I am a golden child I carry within me The descendant of an unwed bride We must not tarry with this child that I carry Time is not on our side The teaches of John should move forward That's what this child will do Rebecca's her name she will speak of his fame Before Opus Dei can intrude Her duty to preach, in fact beseech The tenets of John the divine Time is fleeting the world is changing...low so slow Johns message is prevailing Nicene tenets are failing... oh, oh, oh Some time has passed her child is born Opus Dei have come and gone Believers have risen to spread the word Of the children of a virgin Some time has passed her child is born The catholics have come and gone Believers rise to spread the word Of the children of a virgin

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

"As time passes village life returns to normal until the villagers are attacked, many are killed including Sarah and her husband Paul. Rebecca moves away and settles in the mountains, she still preaches her belief in John and all his teachings, however, the journey referred to in the title is really a journey into the unknown, everyone fears the unknown." Music by Charly Steinhauer Words by Peter Vogt Village life goes quietly on they try with all their might To spread the word of John, the man, the passion, and the right Calling to travelers calling to all, calling into the night Not tiring just telling the story into the morning light They tell of how the Romans came to help Jesus take a fall With Judas's helping on their side it took no time at all All the people who once admired and held within his thrall Were taken aback when his detractors hit back and told them he must fall The world must be made aware Told of all the lies Told of all the pain A message must be sent to all The writings are preordained John is our eternal flame Forget what you have heard Forget what you've been told Forget what you have seen Turn away from all his teachings turn away from all his lies Talk of a new and radical believer a man who has no guile Embrace the new truth, the passion the words are not disguised Embrace the new truth of a real man, not one that says he comes from the sky Bracing for the uproar bracing for our own journey into fear Denying all past teachings the fighting will be fierce Contrary to what we're told the truth must find a way We must make clear to all that are near the fish is the emblem of John That emblem is truth that emblem is pure forget the treatise of Rome Now we must all spread the truth our time is nearly run The time moves on with reckless speed our story halfway done The truth is spreading far and wide Like a burgeoning tide There's nowhere dark to hide Follow the flame cherish his name Don't give in to the rage' Some characters are gone but John will lead us on into a golden age We follow our calling through the wind and rain Not stalling or falling we endure our pain Our time is precious our time is dear The future is coming the messages are clear Hoping that our words are heard and quell the myth Of a journey into fear A different time is coming the years are marching on To a future, we can't yet see' The passing of the old to a new world is exciting It's become a different place but steeped in history We follow our calling through the wind and rain Not stalling or falling we endure our pain Our time is precious our time is dear The future is coming the messages are clear Hoping that our words are heard and quell the myth Of a journey into fear

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

"Rebecca and her followers try to gather people to their beliefs but people are too afraid of the church and shun her new beliefs, they realise that the people aren't yet ready and she decides to re-bury the relic for another time the relics is buried, Rebecca and her offspring along with her followers pass but not before leaving clues as to how the relic should be resurrected. A priest with his own troubles finds the relic." Travelling far and wide from sea to sea Telling people not to hide a new theocracy A new beginning a different calling, a different way Our work isn't done the people aren't won Words the people won't pray We try to show that John's words are the facts And still the people won't pray We don't know what we can do don't think we have a chance They tell us there is only one and Jesus is his name We cannot swim against the tide we must try something new Our chance to win has passed us by the relic we must hide Rushing through the darkening night Another time perhaps we'll fight We've found a place where we can go Back to the mountains and the snow To the mountains and the snow Our way is a lonely road our heartfelt sorrow a heavy load We must find a place that's safe to hide it from the human race Until the story can be told Now we are near no more to fear our journeys end is in sight Bury our prize deny prying eyes and make sure there is no-one in sight For all those that follow we must leave a clue A secret told to the wiser folk from around But in a way that it's hidden from other peoples view Maybe in a hundred years or so the relic will be found We tried so hard to succeed bowed to the pressure But our strength was in our need Our work hasn't born any seed because of the pressure But our strength was in our own need But our strength was in our own need The treasure has been buried the clues all left behind A few hundred years have passed their souls live on But our story doesn't die Our treasure once more see's the light found by another A priest in a similar plight Our treasure once more see's the light found by another A priest in a similar plight Travelling a troubled road

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

"The priest and his housekeeper are made aware of the clues to find the relic, he with his colour blindness sees the mysterious clues in the pictures of the twelve stations of the cross, she with her astute mind solves the puzzle and go to find whatever is hidden. When found they realize the significance of the relic along with the writings of Rebecca they are surprised to learn that the housekeeper Marie is in fact the direct descendant of Rebecca." I ain't crazy but I ain't sane Stuck with these visions in my brain Within the church is something real That my eyes will soon reveal There rests twelve pictures on the walls I see in them something more A map left here to guide us A map not seen by all Only my colour blindness Allows me to see the secret hidden there What can it mean I do not know Something hidden I am sure A thing of portent I don't know A mystery I know not more A map to guide me I know not where To something secret, should I care? I must think on what to do Perhaps discuss it, just us two As a priest my path is known Though as a man I stand alone I was old and lonely so I changed it all Took a woman oh so homely, I'll let her make the call We'll work on this to find its meaning Pictures don't always tell the story Alone I feel I must be dreaming I need help to solve this mystery First we need to make a plan A meeting of minds Find out together what we can A meeting of minds Once we have a plan we'll go A meeting of minds To a place we do not know A meeting of minds First into the mountains we have to go Across hilltops and beautiful valleys Our progress is slow because of the snow Our lamps pale in the shadows Through the sunshine and the rain Soiled and sweated all the same Our work is soon rewarded our hopes are raised The article defies description, a lamp, not even glazed With the lamp are writings in a language that I know The written words are faded but oh so legible to me Within the writings that we share A meeting of minds With each page we must take care A meeting of minds Where tales of heresy unfold A meeting of minds A glowing relic oh so old A meeting of minds How frail our grasp of history Betrayal right from the Holy See Denial of what was meant to be A wicker man, never a deity Rage is something new to me rage, I feel let down Rage so demoralizing so many lies so compromising Rage at all the lies they told me, they told me Rage a life wasted embellished with untruths to guide me Rage!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

"The priest is astonished by what he has read in the writings left by Rebecca, First his beliefs are shaken by the lies he has been told. His savior a common charlatan and fornicator. Yet has he not betrayed his own beliefs by having Marie as his housekeeper, a job in name only. Secondly knowing now that Marie, his partner, for want of a better description is in fact the direct descendant of Christ." I took my priestly vows I believed in them outright Never thought that there would come a time to doubt Now my vows have been belied they fade into the night Laid bare before the alter I called home Pray to the lord the lord in heaven Pray to the king of the jews Pray to the virgin and their son Christ What have you got to lose Even though my duty was to Rome I’ve never followed all their rules It’s different at home Even though my duty was to Rome I had my share of women some of virtue, some more rare I drank wine beyond my calling though I don’t care no more because of you Life is an open road, my faith is failing With all the things I’ve been told, my faith is failing Years spent repenting my sins, my faith is failing ME Now I must find a way, a new path for my life Now that we’ve see what’s real and not a dream I’ll see some old friends, perhaps make amends and plan a new strategy Make money for me and my family, the village and churchfolk to thee I’ll go to the city seek out people I’ve known, put my standing to use Perhaps get involved with the people that solve the problems I may have to face. I must move at lightning pace to guarantee success The people that I will meet won’t take anything less I pack my bags my cleric clothes my bible and a light When in doubt pack everything in sight The journey will take me many days on horseback and by train Travelling through the darks of night guided only by the flame That lights my way Once I’m there I’ll be bold….no stalling Find those of whom I’m told…no stalling To savour the sights and the sounds….no stalling Find those where money abounds....no stalling Pushed into an unsavoury crowd ….no stalling People so brash and so loud….no stalling Actors and singers abound….no stalling Choose the one I can turn around…..no stalling No one can know what I do…no stalling Black mass is definately taboo...no stalling I must hide every trace of my stay...no stalling Take my money and leave the next day...no stalling

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

"Our priest finds an Opera singer who begs him as ordained priest to perform a black mass to ask the all powerful for help in retaining her failing voice, to allow it to deteriorate would destroy her career. She showers the priest with cash and gifts beyond his comprehension. He conducts the mass albeit with tongue in cheek and leaves her with riches far in excess of his needs:" She thinks her voice is losing power, she's looking for a cure She ignores the fact she's getting old and sour She thinks that I can help her trough black mass and prayer I'm prepared to offer solace at a price Dancing, prancing, black candles burning bright A mass orated in reverse she thinks will stem the plight I pledge her soul to Baphomet, Be-elzeebub and hell I really know within my heart it will not work out well Her talent isn't really lost at all her insecurity runs deep Her perfect voice will never be the same Appalling, my calling subverted for some cash My faith betrayed for money and my beliefs dissolve to ash Conspiracy is what they see When in fact it's sleight of hand and mocking of society Unaware that all of this is fake There chanting here there chanting there They don't really give a fuck at all They need a little spice to get a thrill in life Not aware of what you're doing what you're thinking fools Give them a show, don't let them know That all this is a waste of time But as the money flows my confidence grows I can take them for more down the line I can't hold back All I can see, all I can see No honesty, no honesty I can't chastise to bolster their ties I'm not one to chide, I'm the speaker of lies I promise them that from below the spirits will take flight To mend her voice to end her pain tonight I say some prayers take in their stares, make signs above her head I've justified my presence here tonight Dancing prancing black candles burning bright The mass orated in reverse she thinks will stay her plight Conspiracy is what they see when in fact it's sleight of hand And mocking of society unaware that all of this is fake And now my work is done the monies paid, my fortune made And now my work is done the monies paid....foundations laid

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

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"The priest returns to the village, quietly he and Marie begin to change things. He restores the church to its former glory. To remind him of how the money was raised he writes a message on the lintel above the door give up hope all who enter this place and places a statue of Asmodeus in the church entrance. He builds a tower to house the relic but tells the villagers 'tis the work of folly by some landowner. Except for the fish hanging above a pool, the tower is empty and it is there they have a vision." The years have passed by in the blink of an eye A devil guards the church door Above the door I've written some more there is no hope if you enter here With my new found power, I've built a tower To hide the relic away From prying eyes, hidden from spies It now has a place to stay I feel overcome with the work that I've done My time on this earth draws near But before I go there is more to know It comes to me in a vision The vision is before me like a film on the wall How John became the master, Christ no longer held in thrall My sorrow for all that I've done, I'll soon be gone My sorrow I won't see this through to the end My sorrow for all that I've done, I'll soon be gone My sorrow excuse me my friends it's time to tend My sorrow When I look back over my life, was it wasted, I'll never know Praying from a bible written three hundred years After the Christ had atoned Now the mantle must pass to someone in my stead Someone who can spread the word Without any fear or dread My sorrow, leaving behind a world so unkind My Sorrow never to see the world that's to be Sorrow a slash of a knife brings the end of my life My Sorrow never to see the world that's to be Sorrow A man of sorrow A man of sorrow

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

"Finally your priest has gone leaving Marie to carry on the work, the relic floats above a pool in the floor in which live three carp. As Marie watches the relic drops into the pool, it becomes alive and with a swish of its tail it disappears into the depths, She is taken aback as an image of a man standing in seawater close to the shore is imprinted on her mind, he leans forward and brings out of the water a fish exactly the same as the relic, it moves in his hand but then becomes quite rigid and takes on the form of a lamp again. She realizes who the man is and thinks to herself Yes, John is a fisher and would be a fisher of men." Now the story's ending the priest has left her tending His passions and his dreams We did what we could to carry the word to the good We put up a hell of a fight Our plan to spread the word Was sadly never heard, dismay But John's holy word is passed on To true believers to this day, they say Barren without issue I am the last of my line Sadly the world will continue to follow a lie Though living my life full of pride... ..it's hard to face This great, this great denial Now I must tend that which I can't comprehend What part this old relic plays in our story My mind full of pictures shows me it's true path to glory Inside the tower is a pool full of power Sometimes shallow sometimes deep My vision tells me to set the fish free And with a swish of its tail it swims deep In the depths of the pool there is a man standing in golden light His cohorts cry John you're a fisher of men so right The vision so strong fades away I'm overwhelmed but I must face the rest of the day Proven but that's not to say It's right, not a great, a great, a great denial People have worshipped Christ for 2000 years or more A moral usurper of that we can be sure They pray out of habit but surely there must be more They pray with a poisoned mind A thousand thoughts run through my mind What we could have achieved with time We tried so hard to give them more Our money and our will to help the poor We gave them stature and the right To worship whatever deity they like We hoped they'd take a different road But in hindsight though they'll worship who they're told Now that our tale's been told I'm feeling so very old Too old to continue this fight They were given a choice to stand with what's right But they eschew all, despite the warnings of the past The warnings of the last to see Browbeat into silence, the real truth ignored, denied A messiah deemed a savior, in reality An emperor without any clothes John's the true savior His ring adorns the finger of the pope One day the truth will be known But until there will only be The great, the great denial Step into the future there's something you have to know A new world arises scales will fall from their eyes and show A new world order based on the truth not a tome Decreed by a failing Rome Footnote: The ring worn by modern Popes is the Ring of John, the fisher of men. So in fact people who worship the Pope are in fact Worshipping John and not Jesus Christ

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

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