Protectors Of The Shrine Lyrics - Sever The Wicked Hand - 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 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