Tilt at Windmills

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!