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