Lonely moor, sky is grey
 Moon acroos the waves
 See the steely shafts of light reflect across the bay
 Towards the tower
 The coach prepares
 To shed its load of life
 I'm prepared for what they see
 For what they meet tonight
 
To Heaven form [bad word] 
 I've been there before
 To Heaven from [bad word] 
 Sweet I'm Sure
 To Heaven form [bad word] 
 I've been there before
 To Heaven from [bad word] 
 Lock my door
 
On we go, up to the castle
 Death waits for our call
 left unkempt, but quietly praying
 Remembers when to call
 Alone for now
 But soon not so
 As we return to reclaim
 The home of my generations
 
lost but now remain
 To Heaven form [bad word] 
 I've been there before
 To Heaven from [bad word] 
 Sweet I'm Sure
 To Heaven form [bad word] 
 I've been there before
 To Heaven from [bad word] 
 Lock my door
 
Oh Lord now help
 Its entrance falling down
 The madness of our fathers law
 The pain of retribution
 The house brought down to ground
 Sins of my ancestors
 The judgement day's at hand
 Yeah
 The creeping voice of fire
 Screams out for bloody war
 Send out the grave