Tilt at Windmills - Dark Moor

Searching the glory

In a territory

Whose name I don’t recall;

You fight for rightness,

For honour’s brightness

As you were mad at all.

Tilt at windmills,

As you were mad at all.

Tilt at windmills,

Enter with them in brawl.

You must protect

The flame which burns in your chest.

You can elect

The purest cause from the rest.

You must defend

Innocence which never kneels.

You can amend

This sane world with your ideals.

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, go on!

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, always on!

Fighting the evil

In a medieval

World created by your mind;

A knight who is guiding

The men who are hiding

That they, as well, are blind.

You must protect

The flame which burns in your chest.

You can elect

The purest cause from the rest.

You must defend

Innocence which never kneels.

You can amend

This sane world with your ideals.

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, go on!

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, always on!

You must defend

Innocence which never kneels.

You can amend

This sane world with your ideals.

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, go on!

Tilt at windmills, come on!

Never fall back, always on!