Heretics pushed and shoved Through the streets Hunted, hated and then slain The blasphemy of politics Below the throne Until there would be No scapegoat left
That wicked November O winters gloom Tuned from grey to red By dying birthrights - a king On the horizon shadows move
[Chorus] Jus canonicum By religion summoned Jus canonicum For silver and pride Jus canonicum - jus canonicum
Hails unto the new king Born to the ending of others And that spiteful past Pointed to who were next to die
[Repeat chorus]
Hails unto the new king Born to the ending of others And that spiteful past Pointed to who were next to die
That wicked November O winters gloom Tuned from grey to red By dying birthrights - a king On the horizon shadows move
And the rightful had their way On the drawing board of my deeds Will they ever forget centuries ago I must not let you know
(...Stepping... Stone... Stepping...)
In damp air of cellars deep Where feuds and scorn gave no sleep For a royal crown, in hunger Under man-made law enslaved