Protector Of The Shrine - Crowbar

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 in between

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