cathedral – north berwick witch trials lyrics

grand master of the sabbath, john fane
told his coven gathered: “kill king james”
wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
burn it slowly whist he is sleeping

feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down
our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned

3 covens of 39
in 1591 that night performed a rite
a grand sabbath with one aim in sight
to destroy the king of england

create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
to bring his danish bride to these isles
they christened a cat in his name;
threw it in a pond, no shame
a tempest was aroused, who should he blame

hunt down those witches, confess or die
sink or swim, they’re guilty – let’s hang ’em high

3 covens of 39
in 1591 that night performed a rite
a grand sabbath with one aim in sight
to destroy the king of england

witchcraft spreading all around this christian land
find them; burn them to the ground
their souls condemned

their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial
the first great persecution of the british isles
an imp sucks a spinster’s nipple
a hare drains milk from cattle
a clergy fornicate at a black dog’s ball

pierce flesh with needles three inches in
if they scream they’re guilty, guilty as sin

3 covens slaughtered that night
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive
interrogated at our first witch trials
sentenced by the king of england

- cathedral lyrics