Passing through the seven gates I ride 

Dusty road behind forever 

You have got no hope, no place to hide 

Ironsides will rise with Oliver Cromwell 



Once upon a time there ruled a King 

Now I see his proud head fallen 

Lord Protector knows true faith will win 

You should kneel to wait another morning 



Love will be my Law, Love under Will 

But first there is the Law of Cromwell 

Soon there will be graveyard on this hill 

Filled with those of you who are still standing