In the heart of the sacred hall where shadows dance
The Stewards stand in eternal trance
With iron resolve and steady hands
They uphold the craft in these ancient lands
Guardians of the Temple pillars of the rite
In the brotherhood's light they stand as our might
With every stone laid and every cup raised
The Stewards ensure the craft is always praised
They prepare the way for the Master's call
In the quiet moments before nightfall
With tools of old and hearts so true
They guide the steps of the chosen few
Guardians of the Temple pillars of the rite
In the brotherhood's light they stand as our might
With every stone laid and every cup raised
The Stewards ensure the craft is always praised
They prepare the way for the Master's call
In the quiet moments before nightfall
With tools of old and hearts so true
They guide the steps of the chosen few
Guardians of the Temple pillars of the rite
In the brotherhood's light they stand as our might
With every stone laid and every cup raised
The Stewards ensure the craft is always praised
In the circle of brothers they hold their ground
Ensuring the sacred secrets are always sound
With each solemn vow with each rite fulfilled
The Stewards' hands with purpose skilled
Guardians of the Temple pillars of the rite
In the brotherhood's light they stand as our might
With every stone laid and every cup raised
The Stewards ensure the craft is always praised
So we honor their role in the shadows they dwell
For without the Stewards the Temple would fell
In the bonds of the craft they play their part
Guardians of the Temple with brothers at heart