He wanted to reach his death
He dreamed to die
And stop to play this gaff-
Enough to cry!
He was a foolish suicide
With stupid dreams, unsound mind
You understand that all we should
Destroy him by the way we could!
Enough to cry
And stop to scream
We`ve helped him to die
It was his dream.
Cathedral, bells
And Thomas tells
Forbiding kill
Those on the hill.
In holy ancient temple
In bloody colour chasuble
He tried to arrogate sir Henry`s throne
And now he`s gone- he lays in blood alone
Neither murders nor the slaves
For England and for Northern Gaels
We disinterestely paid
And it is dofficult to overastimate
O Canterbrery people! He was your guest
Thomas Becket. He will be blessed
The false has truly it`s own scent!
But we, as murders, will be damned.
Enough to cry
And stop to scream
We`ve helped him to die
It was his dream
2003