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