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In the past when London's cobbled streets

Were covered with the smiles of death

It is one way to the tower

For a man with dyin' breath

Sent him through the gateway to be punished

For his treason to the Crown

A broken body racked with pain

Stands at Traitors Gate

Kids run to see the broken man

Who knows his fate

Disloyal to his country

Facing a sentence not long to wait

Outside brick towers high above the ground

They wait for the blade to fall

Broken body racked with pain

Now stands at Traitors Gate

Coal black iron gates

Sees all who pass never to return again

Hung cross water

They can hear his screams of pain

Today can her his screams of pain

Today by the river, close to the tower

The screams are heard no more

A broken body racked with pain

Stands at Traitors Gate

Traitors Gate, Traitors Gate