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