In the rainy streets of London back in 1605 An old mercenary named Guy Fawkes Had orders to take the Parlament down 36 barrels of gunpowder placed under the halls Enough to blow them all in the air Enough to kill them all And tonight 400 years later Still celebrate his death Remember, remember The fifth of november The Gunpowder treason and plot And I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot The existence of a single letter Brought the plans right down And soon they were hunted By the knights of the crown They siezed Guy in the darkest hour And put him into chains In the black rooms of the towern All he could feel was pain And tonight 400 years later Still celebrate his death Remember, remember The fifth of november The Gunpowder treason and plot And I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot Remember, remember The fifth of november The Gunpowder treason and plot And I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot