[Intro] [Pedal steel and fingerpicked acoustic guitar introduce the groove over a steady Telecaster twang and crisp 102 BPM beat] [Verse 1] No one is safer in the quiet night A beacon cutting through the blinded sight No bird returning to a barren nest No stars above to offer any rest He tracks the shadow on the iron grate Inside the granite walls we seal our fate Through drifting sleet and frozen rain The bastion rises from the plain Sheltered inside this cold embrace A fortress locking out the human race [Pre-Chorus] Raise up your hands into the blinding glare A monolithic shelter in the air The walls stand firm against the gale A guiding line along the trail [Chorus] No raging storm, no bitter hand of fate Can tear us loose behind the iron gate! The solitary watchman in the frost Counting the lines of everything we lost! A blinding beam cutting through the gray Piercing the iron, driving doubt away! [Verse 2] Ancient designs carved deep into the rock The barrels locked behind the granite block Whoever marches in the dark below Is caught inside the searchlight’s silent glow Whatever taken, whatever he will yield The silent warden of the killing field Beneath the arches, absolute and pure A white horizon keeping us secure Guiding the ranks into the narrow keep While all the frozen plains are fast asleep [Bridge] He logs the heartbeat He tracks the breath A beam of silver Measuring death Inside the stone We stand Hold the beacon! [Chorus] No raging storm, no bitter hand of fate Can tear us loose behind the iron gate! The solitary watchman in the frost Counting the lines of everything we lost! A blinding beam cutting through the gray Piercing the iron, driving doubt away! [Outro] Sökarens ljus. [Pedal steel and singing fiddle trail out over a steady country rhythm and final Telecaster twang]
