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