Beings of Light will protect my way 
In every four corners of the World 
Guardian Angels sit in towers watching everything  

Now I stand in the centre of a Temple, 
Hold a Dagger in my hand 
And every step I take is part of an ancient path  

My hand shall rise 
In every tower 
Draw in the air 
Open by Fire  Fire  

Trying to break my way through the night we all live in 
Got to keep my mind on the symbols around 

Essence of the Will is in my [bad word] concentration 
As I wait the order to put the knife in