Quixotic (Lies of P)

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
Filled up the seas, set the serpents alight
Defy 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