To Search for the Grail

For centuries, the true belief did force men to go out and seek
And find the relic — I will try
The legend tells: a simple cup the Lord did use to share his blood
At the Last Supper fore he died
There are signs in the sky, the whispering winds won’t lie
I’m gonna set out for the quest, leave back my home and maid
Parcival and Galahad — the memory ain’t dead
I’m on my way with prayer as well as blade
To search for the Grail, an aim we won’t fail
The Round Table’s promise for all mankind’s hail
How far I’ve to go, how long — I don’t know
To search for the Grail
(Ad maiorem Dei gloriam)
The dark coasts of Britannia — the deserts of far Africa
So many dangers I’ve to face
In spite of hunger, boiling tar, and unbeliever’s scimitar
I will survive by God’s own face
Every night I watch the stars, for a sign from up above
Doubts and fears can’t drive away the strong faith in my heart
In the circle of the knights I’ve been called to bring to light
The wonder and the glory — from the start
To search for the Grail, an aim we won’t fail
The Round Table’s promise for all mankind’s hail
How far I’ve to go, how long — I don’t know
To search for the Grail
To search for the Grail, an aim we won’t fail…