On a hilltop in the darkness,
In the shadows by the sea
Under a cloak of silence;
Hiding in the trees
There wait the silent heroes;
The watchers in the sky,
The darkest of all angels
That guard us day and night
There wait the cold; cloaked warriors;
The ones that hide their fear
The most quiet of the suffering;
The bravest far and near
They’re men that were once living
And men that, one time, cared
About the safety of the breathing;
The hungry, thirsty and the scared
Don’t be fooled, they have no love for us,
The ones who let them die
They love to watch our suffering;
They laugh to see us cry
They **** the ones who cheat;
Take the ones who lay beneath the graveyard floor,
They give no warning but their shadows,
And their whispers at the door
They hide in their stone castles
And lurk among the clouds
They train their golden eyes on us
And their screams drift slowly down…
From a hilltop in the darkness,
In the shadows by the sea,
Beneath a cloak of silence,
Hiding in the trees,
There wait the silent heroes,
The watchers in the sky,
The dead, the done; the dying
Who laugh to see us cry.
But someday they won’t guard us,
And their hate will wriggle through
The honor of their living days-
The days their hearts beat true
And someday, when that time arrives
You better hide **** well,
Because the warriors fear nothing;
They were born and bred in hell
They will come down from their castles,
And cast darkness through the clouds,
They will spread their rage like fire,
And no mercy will be found
So next time you lay restless,
And shadows creep around your bed,
Watch out for the Fearless Ones,
With eyes so cold and red,
Watch out for the warriors
That guarded you before,
And listen for the tap of feet,
And the whispers at the door.