Fausseté et Démesure
I cannot say error of false century and traitor which makes crime an honor and reason madness.
Ashes have ceased to smoke, they were scatted themselves in air of time. Montsegur remembers, as a ghost perched above the Langue d'Oc hearth.
One after the others acoustics are burning, disappearing in stake. Falseness and Excess have join battles to the Truth and Uprightness and Falseness wins.
Perversity carries on Value, Sinner breaks the Righteous Man and the Falser the Innocent one.
