Shaped from the remnants of divine wrath, a lone guardian stands with a frozen stone grin. A grin of prophecy, a grin of fate. He sees through souls as they approach Eden's gate. Carved in silence, High above the ground. Eyes of judgment Focused and unbound. Stone wings folded Locked in ancient form Sent to guard the threshold Poised in dark and storms. Every soul that walks through Feels the weight of his stare. Truth shivers in the heart No one leaves unaware... Stone grin watching Nothing can hide He sees their story Beneath what they hide. Stone grin knowing Each secret within He reads the heart And the weight of sin... Some approach hopeful Some approach in fear Some beg for mercy Some refuse to hear. He sees intentions Long before they are shown The pure, the broken And the overthrown. Every step toward the gate Pulls the truth from the soul. No turning back Once the bells toll... Stone grin watching Nothing can hide. He sees their story Beneath what they hide Stone grin knowing Each secret within He reads the heart, And the weight of sin... Stone grin waiting For the final day When his watch ends And he fades away... His frozen grin lingers, Silent and deep The lone guardian of Eden Where the sinners weep...
