[bad word] from far away
 My boots don't know this ground
 But they know it's real
 It doesn't take too long
 For this road to [bad word]  battle field

 And before I let one more fire go out
 Understand that I won't give one inch of ground
 From beneath your's and my feet
 Whatever the price happens to be

 I may not be The Keeper of the flame
 But I am The Keeper

 Beauty and [bad word] collide
 Where love meets genocide
 Where laughter meets fear
 Confusion all around
 As I try to feed these mouths
 That have never known singing
 And before I let one more tear hit the ground
 I will be the one standing between you and the sound of the rounds
 Echoing out, out of the dark
 The smoke and the spark
 Aimed at the heart of the flame

 I am The Keeper

 I cannot see the light
 At the end of the tunnel tonight
 My eyes are weary

 And before I let one more life get erased
 From the ashes I will rise
 For you and the ghosts of the names
 The faces and frames
 The love and the pain
 For you I'll remain, though I'm not worthy of
 Being The Keeper of the flame

 I am The Keeper
 I am The Keeper