Lirieke: Savatage. Warriors.

As the edge of midnight falls
The warrior stands alone
Visions of the fighting past
A thousands tales are told

Immortal

Let the battles of street life begin
Don some leathers and chains
They live their life
And they feel their own pain
The times that is chilling their bones
And they can't get away
Alone in the cold
Watching night turn into day

Armed to attack
The soldiers react
Kill or be killed
Is the life they live

Warriors,