

Deep in the shadow
of the great white tree
We
guard the embers of our history
With iron talons
and a silent flight
We
are the guardians
who rule the night
When the skies turn cold and the black wings rise
Look to the
embers in our burning eyes
Fly, Guardians
of Ga'Hoole!
Through
the storm where the cold winds rule!
With our hearts of silver
and wings of gold The greatest legend ever told!
(ah-ooh-ah-ooh) We carve our pathway through the blinding sleet
Where truth and courage in the tempest meet
No
iron beak
can break our sacred bond We fly
to kingdoms far and far
beyond
Against the pure ones we will stand as one
Until the battle
in the clouds is won (we rise!)
Fly, Guardians of Ga'Hoole!
Through the storm where the cold winds rule!
With our hearts of silver and wings
of gold
The greatest legend
ever told! (ah-ooh-ah-ooh) Wings in the night...
Guardians of the tree...