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