Ironclad Warcry

(go!) 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...