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