The Grailknights

12 Men on horses
Out in the field
Wielding their verses
Crowns upon shields

Driven by legend
And tales of the old
Ride for the heavens
And kingdoms of gold

Lances and windmills
Thunder and rain
The bearer of standards
Is turning insane

We're battling giants
And demons within
Our causes are just
And our hands without sin

Our sons and our fathers
Fishers and kings
We're riding as brothers
Scars upon wings

With swords held up high
And heads hanging low
Eyes of a falcon
And blood upon snow

Lances and windmills
Thunder and rain
The bearer of standards
Is turning insane

We're battling giants
And demons within
Our causes are just
And our hands without sin

Lances and windmills
Thunder and rain
The bearer of standards
Is turning insane

We're battling giants
And demons within
Our causes are just
And our hands without sin