And the journey began
through the woods and dreams
Riding through, who knows
how many cities
Days full of why
The hero of his god,
he set out
And those knights spoke of him
Weapons of
holy land and joy
Inconsciousness and loyalty
Swear to swear
Under the sky of that god
Who created them
Through the streets of the villages
People tired of the hard work
Signed by a future of poverty
And the people bow to the passage of warriors
Illusory knights
look like gods
Who knows how many days and who knows how much I walk
On primitive
and ageless paths A weak nostalgia
I was tired of thinking Under the sky of that god
Who looked for me
They arrived at night With the wind that blew
The castle gave a sense of infinity
From tomorrow I will be worthy To call myself a knight
I will be worthy