Gleaming armor, shining sword.
The Guardian standsclose to his charge.
No time to weigh the scales of right or wrong. His Needs must defend...
The ideals that make him honorable.
With all might he slays all opposition to his cause, his path, his life.

(CHORUS) His visor is down, and not all the blood in humanity can wash it off.
He stands still by his ideals. And He sees nothing.

His sins lie dying beneath his feet.
A red mist surrounds his image, settling on him...
Cleansing, washing away the wrongs he has done this day.

(CHORUS) His visor is down, and not all the blood in humanity can wash it off.
He stands still by his ideals. And He sees nothing.

A mound of carcasses form around the Guardian and His charge.
And decay rises to the heavens.
A beam of sunlight smiles upon the "hallowed" place.
An invigorating heat, signifying a new host of enemies.
And the Guardian stands and waits for a new onslaught of his ideals.
Sing with me now

(CHORUS) His visor is down, and not all the blood in humanity can wash it off.
He stands still by his ideals. And He sees nothing.