Guardians of the Sacred Book

[Intro]
In the flickering lamp’s glow, stories unfold,
Secrets of a thousand years, tales fierce and bold.
But darkness stirs in shadows, silent and cold,
Guardians march, their intentions told.

[Verse 1]
Sitting alone, 1785, in a quiet room,
Clutching the sacred book, amid impending doom.
Voices whisper history, pain, and truth,
A survivor’s cry, a quest for youth.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the footsteps pounding, nearing through the night,
Swift like the wind, fading into the fight.
One voice heard, one voice still,
Calling out from the silence, longing for free will.

[Chorus]
Guardians on the road, weapons in hand,
Marching for the justice, they must withstand.
Hold the sacred knowledge, keep it safe,
Through trials and chaos, they won’t break.

[Verse 2]
Hermit runs through darkness, racing the stars,
Hellhound snarls, guarding the scars.
Crazy Sally on her horse, chasing the shame,
Fighting for the innocent, no one to blame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t look back, keep your eyes on the prize,
Fight for liberty, respond to the cries.
One silent voice, seeking release,
Yearning for freedom, longing for peace.

[Chorus]
Guardians on the road, weapons in hand,
Marching for the justice, they must withstand.
Hold the sacred knowledge, keep it safe,
Through trials and chaos, they won’t break.

[Bridge]
In the shadows, battles rage,
Stories of courage, written on each page.
A fight for justice, a fight for right,
Guided by the flicker of the oil lamp’s light.

[Outro]
With the dawn approaching, the danger beside,
The book remains, a survivor’s pride.
Hold firm, stand tall, in history’s gaze,
Legends of the struggle, sung in endless praise.

Historical folk ballad, tense and dramatic, acoustic guitar, subtle drums, vocal storytelling.