| Always looking for shelters, try to hide in the mist of the night | 
| Exist beyond reasons, give up the authorities of time | 
| Convoke in the name of god, born under the curse of inbreeding | 
| They govern us subordinates, with fire, iron, goal and chains | 
| It’s a strange institution, they’ve left you no will to survive | 
| No truth and no mercy, with the sinner and the saints | 
| It’s the thirst for freedom, that burns within everyone, so… | 
| Raise your fist, be observant, rid us from the curses of the bad | 
| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder | 
| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| Its time to end the lies and false excuses | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| And they still have a smile on their face | 
| Stop these men | 
| Hear them speaking with tongues, not from this world | 
| Have no confidence | 
| Prepare to run for your life, everyone must be saved | 
| All these guys are unexpected, no one wants to live in fear | 
| So make the law and wipe them out, we have to break the line | 
| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder | 
| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| Its time to end the lies and false excuses | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| And they still have a smile on their face | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s going down really well, it’s all the work of the devil | 
| Escaping once more from these guys, leave it all behind | 
| The feeling that your feeling now is the feeling of pride | 
| We’ve made them shed their mask, so we can turn another page | 
| Your the tamer of the rabid lamb, you can be full of haughtiness | 
| But be aware all the time, a restless spirit is running wild | 
| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder | 
| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| It’s time to end the lies and false excuses | 
| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered | 
| And they still have a smile on their face |