Cromwell
Peter Vicar, Albert Witchfinder
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
Oh, yeah!
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 and wait for another morning
Oh, yeah!
Love will be the law, love under will
But first there is the law of Cromwell
Soon there will be a graveyard on this hill
Filled with those of you who are still standing
Oh, yeah!