All Eyes on the Saint - Enter Shikari

22nd of June, 209 AD

A crowd gathers

Oh, they fuckin' love a good beheading

Watch as St. Albans head rolls down the hill

The crowd stood still

Because what they just saw

It petrified them to the core

Ahh, to the core

Ahh

As the executioner raised his axe

I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled

As the executioner raised his axe

I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled

Welcome, Verulamium

Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint

Welcome, Verulamium

Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint

Our city with its beautiful history

Is being diluted

But we will not let go!

No we won’t

Now get a grip on your roots, boy

Don’t let go

But we will not let go!

As the executioner raised his axe

I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled

As the executioner raised his axe

I swear the saint smiled, I swear the saint smiled

Welcome, Verulamium

Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint

Welcome, Verulamium

Cathedral city, all eyes on the saint

And it’s cold outside

And it’s cold outside

And it’s cold outside

And it’s cold outside

As the executioner swung his wedge

His eyes popped right out his fuckin' head

Then when he should see the ancient moment

The making of the first British martyr

British martyr

Here lies truth, where I stand

Here lies truth, where I stand

Here lies truth, where I stand

Here lies truth, where I stand

So where St. Alban’s head

Laid to rest, after the kill

Fresh water sprung up from the ground

At the bottom of what’s now

Holywell Hill

Holywell Hill