Stars shine the city
I have a bad dream
I could see some persons that were dead
I walked up the stairway
Some angels in my way
My eyes could see the Heaven
I wish I returned, I wish understood
I was a strange in a distant land
And far away I saw an imposing gate
It was in my way, it was in my fate
The Gates of Fryel... the Gates of Fryel
I could see my room in the end of the stairway
I saw my body slept in the bed
My wife was crying and hugged my hand
"Oh God, please, what is happening to me?"
The guardian told me that I was dead
My spirit came to that old land
And now I would be waiting for the judgement day
The people dying, the memories remaining
Like a puddle after rain
The marks of a passage on the Earth
The fortune is made of acts that enlarge the soul
The money is gold of the devil and makes us too poor
My soul was judged and condemned
My greed treaded on the human heads
My money has no value in that land
My name was corroded by the moth of time
The penitence for all years of crime
Smashing many lives with my hands
The truth destroyed me like a bullet crossing my head
The fear, the pain and the solitude in my sad end
The Gates of Fryel... the devil's smile
The Gates of Fryel... walking my last mile