Static Bleed

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...