Flame of the Gate

[build up] To the east there's a sword Coated in holy flame Turned against man For his sins and his shame Thorns and briars grow in our way With each footstep Further from the Gate Ooooh Weeee ohhhhh Ooooh Weeee ohhhhh Torn from the source Thrown into the wild Man has paid the price Man has become mortal Thorns and briars grow in our way With each footstep Further from the Gate Ooooh Weeee ohhhhh Ooooh Weeee ohhhhh History repeats like reflections in a broken mirror Oh how we go Broken Broken Broken Broken Ohhhhhhhh