

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...