Virgin Steele

When the winds of ice are raging
And the sun departs for night
There's a thousand eyes upon you
But noone sees your plight
Oh no mercy hath the darkness
No love or heavens rain
You can feel the sound of anguish
Hear the cries of screaming pain
We are the guardians of the flame
Masters of the ancient rites
Our duty was ordained
To protect the realm of light
If you cross the gates of wisdom
Beware of the outer sign
Here the wolves of war are feasting
And on who knows what they dine!