Dio

In the houses of the holy,
To the middle of the mystic sea,
At the craddle of the world.
There's a black cat screamin',
And it's not even midnight,
At the craddle of the world.
They're screamin' sanctuary,
They're screamin' at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Now there's a cloud over heaven,
And the pain of a paradise,
In your corner of the world.
Ah, turn your back on the children,
Does it feel like it's colder,
In your corner of the world.
They're screamin' sanctuary,
They're screamin' at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.