[Title Translation:
"The Holy Grail"]
I'm from a time beyond reason
When an old minstrel
Tells a story that the wind whispered
To the forest about a Grail
Some say that Christ drank from it
And others, that those legends are
Of Celts-called people
To which eternal life it granted
Fire, magic and passion
Love philtres
They nurse it
Come with me
Breaks the dawn, breeze caresses the sea
It's time to go
Forge your sword with wisdom and leave
And guide yourself within your dreams
And as dark as the night gets
And fear drinks on your skin
Beyond the dead kingdom
Eternal life you will find
Fire, magic and passion
Love philtres
They nurse it
Take my hand and follow me
I will show you what your soul can't see
Make your faith your only luggage
Make your courage be always your squire
And if in your journey you hear the voice
Of the dark side of your heart
Choose wisely, or you will never come back
From the Grail's dream you will never wake up
Fire, magic and passion
Love philtres
They nurse it
Take my hand and follow me
I will show you what your soul can't see
Make your faith your only luggage
Make your courage be always your squire
And if in your journey you hear the voice
Of the dark side of your heart
Choose wisely, or you will never come back
From the Grail's dream you will never wake up