Virgin Steele - Lion In Winter

Roaring against the dying light the lion stands alone. Caught in the spell of winter dreams, he'll not give up his throne. Chain the Earth and chain the Sun, break the hourglass. Make the stars fall into line, suspend the end of time. No, not tonight! I'll not give in without a fight. And I'll rage against this wind! For even a moment more of the day, I will... Run proud, run free! Never set the sun on me. Race hard play mean! Anger's the symphony of screams. A thousand roses on the hill, a thousand lips to taste. The darkness breathes a hateful sigh goes forth to murder dreams. Voices crying cold and dark, my name is in the sky. Shadows lenghten, sun sinks low, the trees are frozen gold. No, not tonight! I'll not give in without a fight. And I'll rage against this wind! For even a moment more of the day, I will... Run proud, run free! Never set the sun on me. Race hard play mean! Anger's the symphony of screams. I won't give in!