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Canterbury

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