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