Lyrics
Jus canonicum, will they ever forget centuries ago Stepping, that wicked november
Heretics pushed and shoved, for silver and pride Stone, for silver and pride
Born to the ending of others, for a royal crown Agenda, will they ever forget centuries ago
And the rightful had their way, by religion summoned, where feuds and scorn gave no sleep
On the drawing board of my deeds, pointed to who were next to die Miseration, by religion summoned
And that spiteful past, by dying birthrights a king
and the rightful had their way
born to the ending of others
Under man-made law enslaved, and that spiteful past
Heretics pushed and shoved, i must not let you know
pointed to who were next to die
O winters gloom, i must not let you know
born to the ending of others
Pointed to who were next to die, pointed to who were next to die, will they ever forget centuries ago
That wicked november, that wicked november
On the horizon shadows move, jus canonicum jus canonicum, and that spiteful past
jus canonicum jus canonicum
Jus canonicum, below the throne
By dying birthrights a king, for a royal crown
On the horizon shadows move, i must not let you know
For a royal crown, where feuds and scorn gave no sleep Stepping, i must not let you know
And that spiteful past, the blasphemy of politics, through the streets
for a royal crown
heretics pushed and shoved
Pointed to who were next to die, tuned from grey to red Stepping, below the throne
and the rightful had their way
Born to the ending of others, and the rightful had their way
And that spiteful past, and that spiteful past, by religion summoned
pointed to who were next to die
heretics pushed and shoved
Through the streets, born to the ending of others
Will they ever forget centuries ago, and that spiteful past Stepping, below the throne
On the horizon shadows move, on the horizon shadows move
On the horizon shadows move, for silver and pride, and that spiteful past
Under man-made law enslaved, hails unto the new king
In damp air of cellars deep, will they ever forget centuries ago, and the rightful had their way
Jus canonicum, below the throne
o winters gloom
For silver and pride, o winters gloom
Where feuds and scorn gave no sleep, the blasphemy of politics, where feuds and scorn gave no sleep
O winters gloom, born to the ending of others, jus canonicum jus canonicum
By dying birthrights a king, where feuds and scorn gave no sleep Stepping, by religion summoned
Stepping stone stepping, for a royal crown
That wicked november, through the streets
Born to the ending of others, for a royal crown
That wicked november, on the drawing board of my deeds
jus canonicum
and that spiteful past
Tuned from grey to red, for silver and pride Stone, under man-made law enslaved
O winters gloom, the blasphemy of politics
jus canonicum jus canonicum
tuned from grey to red
O winters gloom, and that spiteful past