Guardians of children All sinners and saints The walls of the temple are beckoning Centuries of torment of unending pain The cries of the tortured are deafening
At dawn all i hear are cries of pain At dusk those inside the shrine will reign Reign over you! Conquering all The chosen few Dawn will awake With hope for you
Warriors and cowards and all inbetween The spirits of those are stuck on you Live by the strong hand And die by the weak The savior protects us in all we do
At dawn all i hear are cries of pain At dusk those inside the shrine will reign Reign over you! Conquering all The chosen few Dawn will awake With hope for you
We bring new life With strength and pride Heroes were lost With those who died
