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
