Guardians of children of 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 By 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 in between The spuruts of those lost are calling you Live by the strong hand and die by the weak The savior protects us in all we do
Conquering all - the chosen few Dawn will awake - with new hope for you We bring new life - with strength and pride Heroes were lost - with those who died
