Quixotic

If I would shed my tears in this daunting fantasy

Many of them call reality

If I would lose my name to this senselessness

I'd seek truth in reverse side or insanity

Unleash the giants, loosen the horse

Fill up the seas, set the serpents alive

Define the heights, behold your sight for those windmills

Let them run again

'Cause I would fight

Let it be the cold rain, be it battle I cannot survive

Or another cursed spirit come from the tide

Every morning, every night, my fate confined

Beyond the hills, upon the bridge, across this strange life

Those devils never break out of their great disguise

So I would fight

Another song, another falsely refined

Those rambling words they pressed upon my soul

Every inch I march towards the fatal sight

Against the winds, against the lights, I shall conquer thine

'Cause when you stop to dream

Your whole heart too gives in to life