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]