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