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 (Repeat chorus)