Holy Terror - Guardians Of The Netherworld lyrics

Protectors of forbidden places, keepers of the watch Seeing those enslavened faces, withered souls forgotten lives Atop the perch a silent throne, the vindicating eyes Believing their all seeing vision Saints of hell, of desperate cries Guardians of the Netherworld, captors of the damned Pinnacle of your disaster, the watcher on the stand Exiled on a lifeless steeple, appointed from above A veil was placed across our brow Anointed one and all, to die 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 defences from the foe All are battered, tortured, shattered Allegiance without d**h is woe Guardians of the Netherworld, captors of the damned Pinnacle of your disaster, the watcher on the stand Exiled on a lifeless steeple, appointed from above A veil was placed across our brow Anointed one and all, to die For lust of life A maelstrom of impending evil, futile fight to win Tides of blackness, pull you toward it Consuming within its doors Both life and d**h [Solo: Kurt]