Stepping Stone Agenda - Miseration

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

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

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