protectors of forbidden places keepers of the watch

seeing those enslavened faces withered souls forgotton lives

atop the perch a silent throne the vindicating eyes

saints of hell of desperate cries



Chorus:

Guardians of the netherworld captors of the damned

pinniacle of your disaster the watcher on the stand

exiled on a lifless steeple appointed from above

a veil was placed across our brow

annointed one and all to die

for lust of life



A war is raging on inside us guarded by the horde 

with lesser gods of higher rank prodding them to war

no father son or holy spirit

nor defenses from the foe

all are battered tortured shattered

allegiance without death is woe

-Chorus-

A maelstrom of impending evil futile fight to win

tides of blackness pull you toward it

consuming within it's doors

BOTH LIFE AND DEATH