Let the legends tell of the day
A virgin warrior
Knight of Templar
Chasted was he
In every way
Pure as driven slow
Hear had he a tale of old
A lady waiting
For her savior
She would be
The prize for eyes
That lust, that lust had never known
The legend told that only those
Pure of heart could prevail
Men with darkness in their souls
Would face a beast so vile
A Prize in White
Or Beast in Black
He was not afraid
He walked in footsteps
Of the righteous
The infidels had crashed like waves
Against his mighty shield
He was sure and brave
Faith has neither
Doubt nor waiver
His mantle soaked
With blood and tears of those,
Of those who would not yield
The legend told that only those
Pure of heart could prevail
Men with darkness in their soul
Would face a beast so vile
In a labyrinth of lost and blind
Their Minds twisted
Will rot and ruin
Search your heart before you find
The verdict of your trial
A Prize in White or Beast in Black
War had become his home
A champion of the crusade
He trod upon the bloody road
Of souls he could not save
Destiny approaches
Still she's waiting for her savior
Martyrs cheered him as he strode
From afar, far beyond the grave
The legend told that only those
Pure of heart could prevail
Men with darkness in their soul
Would face a beast so vile
To ask is not to know
Truth does not arise from reason
The virgin warrior charged ahead
Not be denied
A Prize in White
Or Beast in Black
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