Stepping Stone Agenda

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]