You’ll never abate medieval fire you’ll never abate the eternal pain Your iron gates guarded by liars yeah, yeah, yeah guarded by liars Treasures of greed grow bigger and higher even your bread is thin like a leaf Your iron gates guarded by liars yeah, yeah, yeah guarded by liars And the cult of the fault and the fear and the sin and the grief and the hell You always made and fed the fire needed the blaze and you needed the haze Millions of minds guarded by liars yeah, yeah, yeah well guarded by liars And the cult of the fault and the fear and the sin and the grief and the hell