[Lyric] Dominion of the Sword (Show Of Hands)

Lay by bleeding all eyes bleeding
Burn all your studies and throw out your reading
Small power the word has and can afford us
Not half as much privilege as the sword does

It fosters your masters
It plasters disasters
It maketh a servant more great than its master
It ventures, it enters
It seeks and it centres
It raises apprentice despite its indentures

It talks of small things but it sets up all things
Now this master's money, though money rules all things
It is not the season to talk about reason
No say it is loyalty when the sword says it's trеason
It conquers the crown too
The bravе and the gown too
It raises a presbyter, then pulls him down
This subtle disaster, turns bonnet to beaver
When down goes a bishop and up steps a weaver!
No gospel can guide it, no law can decide it
In church or state 'til the sword sanctifies it
Take books and rantum, oh who can inventum
When all that the sword says, "Make a tur argumentum"
Your brave college butlers must stoop to the sutlers
There's ne'er a library, liked to the cutlers
The blood that was spilled sir hath all of the guilt
And must have I run my sword up to the hill sir!