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
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