‘The Foul Deth of Engelond’ marks a return to the expansive sound of their debut, whilst continuing the move away from the one-person insularity that began with the sophomore effort. The story is presented as inspiration and allegory, with principal songwriter, Dane Cross, describing it as his ode to righteous leftwing political violence. Weaving historical record with speculative inversion, the album recounts this fierce and tragic Great Uprising as a proto-revolutionary moment in English history that echoes loudly into our own toxic and fragmented present. Sacred Son return in 2022 with a new album, ‘The Foul Deth of Engelond’ a black metal chronicle of the 1381 Peasant’s Revolt. ‘And what can they show or what reason can they give, why they should be more masters than ourselves?’ To petition this fearful child to bring about the conclusion of war Now the counsel of the king were waiting at the door Unbeknownst to him this was the turning point of his reign Was thrown onto the fire - a lesson for would-be thievesįrom atop the tower the boy king watched on in pain One pilferer caught with silver hidden up his sleeve Looked on as his beloved Savoy was engulfed in flame Now the Duke whom the rebels had apportioned the blame The New Temple that they sacked and plunderedīefore carrying their blood lust towards their main prize To London they marched and with haste did they find Incensed, the rebels had violence in mind Their demands received with astonishment by the young King The true commons kept to the oath they had sworn The Royal Barge approached and with it would come justice, freedom, mercy, hopeĪrmed with rusting swords and bows old and worn The great lords of the realm were mere weeds to be plucked out, cut down, trampled, burnt The crowd replied ‘Who, then, was the gentleman?’Īnd lords should be rightly uncovered as corruptors Rustics had risen and were determined to see the preacher deliver his sermonīellowed he: ‘When Adam delved and Eve span’ On this hallowed feast day of Corpus Christi
The King true to his word granted counsel at sunriseįervour and piety swelled through Blackheath The air alive with frenzy, passion, turmoil, wrath ‘Now atone for these lies and hand over your debts’ Justice of the peace spoke thus with a forked tongue: Through the murk and stench of death the archdeacon appearsĬommands them to settle their debts and make good the arrearsĪnd thus the fuse had now been lit, the seeds were sewn, and soon there will be war The day will come when we shall hold the whip Go forth and take from the hand of the strapped To shift the cost, the burden on to others The Duke returns to the child King’s counsel Villeins, rustics, ones of modest standing Tension fuelling rumours of mass violence The king, a child, can do naught to redress
Too great a burden for a child’s shoulders to bear The workers knew they had what landowners needīut ’twas not enough and the crown is pitiful Unless he receives the bounty he deserves
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