Cathedral - North Berwick Witch Trials lyrics

Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane Told his coven gathered: "k** King James" Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned 3 covens of 39 In 1591 that night performed a rite A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight To destroy the king of England Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails To bring his Danish bride to these Isles They christened a cat in his name; Threw it in a pond, no shame A tempest was aroused, who should he blame Hunt down those Witches, confess or die Sink or swim, they're guilty - let's hang 'em high 3 covens of 39 In 1591 that night performed a rite A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight To destroy the king of England Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land Find them; burn them to the ground Their souls condemned Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial The first great persecution of the British Isles An imp s**s a spinster's nipple A hare drains milk from cattle A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball Pierce flesh with needles three inches in If they scream they're guilty, guilty as sin 3 covens slaughtered that night 39 crucified, burned and hanged alive Interrogated at our first witch trials Sentenced by the king of England