Credentes or Believers, were the ordinary followers of what became known as the Cathar or Albigensian movement, a Christian sect which flourished in western Europe during the 11th, 12th and 13th Centuries. Credentes constituted the main part of the Cathar community in the region. Although Catharism sprang up in Spain, the Rhineland, Flanders and Italy its main focus was in the southern region of France, particularly the area known as the Languedoc. Although pacifist in nature, Catharism drew the condemnation of the Catholic Church which, when persuasion failed, launched successive Crusades and instigated the Inquisition to destroy it.
Catharism was a self-described Christian movement which incorporated Gnostic and Dualistic ideas into its interpretation of Scripture. The terms Cathar, Catharism and even Perfecti and Credentes were ones used by their persecuters, the religious and temporal authorities of the time. The Cathars themselves never referred to themselves as such, calling themselves only "Bons Hommes", "Bonnes Femmes" or "Bons Chretiens" (i.e. "Good Men", "Good Women" and "Good Christians"). They believed that all human beings contained within them an element of the Divine Light trapped in bodies of Matter by "the Prince of this world", Satan (cf Gospel of John) who had created the material universe as a consequence of his rebellion against God. Christ was an emissary of God, sent into this world to help us return to the Father.
As I was walking down the street,
A well dressed man I chanced to meet,
The stranger asked where I did go,
And why I wore these clothes so old,
I told the man that I was poor,
I wasn't rich, I had no stores,
He told me 'Son I have a plan,
I'll put some money in your hand'
He said that on the 1st of May,
A cart with riches came this way,
He said to go and do a deed,
And that he'd share it all with me,
I went and did what I was told,
We stole the silver and the gold,
He tried to take my share and run,
I shot and killed him with my gun,
Now lonely is my company,
I know I never will be free,
And in this cell, I lay my head,
A few more hours and I'll be dead,
I should've seen, I should've known,
I should've lived with what I owned,
And now I'll die before my time,
Because I stole what wasn't mine,
So keep your eyes upon your own,
And not on silver, gold or stones,
And seek not wealth so rich and fine,