I own nothing recognizable
I'm also not sure of my pluralization of "Big Daddy," but there you have me at a disadvantage
Like golems from the days of old
With hearts of steel and hides so cold.
Many times over she would be dead
If not for the word within our head.
Gathering from the angels kind
We will stand but close behind.
For the law of our unthinkable sect
Is but one word: Protect!
Protect her from the devils dire!
Protect her from the hellish fire!
Protect her from the madmen bold!
Protect her from the freezing cold!
Protect her from the electric shock!
Protect her from the gunman's lock!
Protect her from the Spider's hook!
Protect her from the ruler's look!
Iron beasts, our minds bent
One word to describe intent.
Nothing we will ever say
For the whole of the law is – obey!