Guardian - Into the Moat

Walk ways with me

Forget your sight and follow my hand

Across all seas, through all straits

Until I’ve failed you

How many heads, how many must I take?

An utter dismay through the unbearable

More will be done than holes to be filled

Rank the wine, swallowed the flight drowned

In the finest of flesh

And you are still here, forget your fears

Follow me, return to me now

A defender with determination

Seek me