Villegly is a commune in the Aude department in southern France.
Villegly is a village at the edge of the Minervois area at the confluence of two streams, the Clamoux and the Seize (also spelt Ceize). It is about 14 km north-east of Carcassonne on the D620. The commune sits on the lowest foothills of the Montagne Noire at about 200 metres above sea level and has an area of 983 hectares.
Evidence of many periods of its history can be seen in the buildings of Villegly. The mediaeval Château de Villegly has been restored many times and demonstrates the architecture of the Renaissance and the Fin de siècle periods. The church has a thirteenth-century bell tower. The Place de la Fontaine and Place de l’Arounel, shaded by plane trees, may indicate the former location of the moat of the château. There is an eighteenth-century fountain in the Place de la Fontaine. The picturesque, narrow village streets, especially in this central part of the village, contain houses dating back to at least the 17th century, as evidenced by dated stone lintels from 1663 (2, Place de l'Eglise) and 1747 (7, Rue de la Fontaine Fraiche).
A downward spiral of misery, pain
and defeat
A life in ruins.
Promises made. But only deceit.
Face down. Always spat on, hated,
despised
Pure human waste
No hope ... No future
The claws of depravity sink deeper
as you're pushed from society
The search for "a life" is no longer
an option
Backs turned, Friends forget
Now place your final bet
Please cross my path and feel my wrath
Deserving victim, now feel the aftermath
Now meet your doom
..Here is your tomb
Don't ask why
Why do I criticize?
You're all that I despise
Now see the rage in my eyes
I am your judge
this is your trial, no sense in denial
I am your judge
Your sentence is death
Inhale the lead on your very last breath
Your executioner, that is I
Say your prayers ... now you die
Don't ask why
Why do I criticize?
You're all that I despise
Now see the rage in my eyes
I wish you could live through me
And feel the way I feel
And daily confront your fears
Never shed a single tear
It's always been like this
The world fears my labour
None understands (that) I've done
them a favor
If I could - mass genocide
None spared - None left alive
But it's all too far away