Protectors of the Shrine

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