Medieval Fire

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