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.
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Canterbury
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