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    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 torured shattered  allegiance without death is woe    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