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 [bad word] a King
Now I see his proud head fallen
Lord Protector knows [bad word] 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