Lyrics
Blessed stand I, he has in fear, yield to despair
Four swords drawn, sworn to kings, a will that they share
Oh, to die a martyrdom
Wash the wind, martyrdom, with blood
In Canterbury
Oh, oh, in Canterbury
She's settled as evil, a plague to destroy old Canterbury
Bear witness to malady, for here are the chords that will make history
Oh, mystery
Oh, strike him down, strike him down
His strife stirred France, repaid by those
Who'll raise their hearts to spite the people of Canterbury
Ethereal Cathedral
Your voice, the voice of Canterbury
Resist your temptations
And look to the wind, for conspiracies
Oh, infamy
Strike him down, strike him down
Let stone and oak decay the crown
Who'll raise their hearts to spite the people of Canterbury
When her dead breath has numbered the land
And the Barons will rule as they planned
Oh, Cathedral, you've died, oh, Cathedral, you lied, oh
Oh, Cathedral, you lied, oh
The sins of our fathers
You are here with me
Can we forgive you?
For the fall of Canterbury