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
