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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