

(yeah... prepare)
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
(get up!)
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...