Metal Knight

Hear me now Oh thou bleak and unbearable world Thou art base and debauched as can be And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee! Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha Destroyer of evil am I I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory Forever to conquer or die I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho! I'll follow my master till the end I'll tell all the world proudly I'm his squire! I'm his friend! Hear me, heathens and wizards And serpents of sin – All your dastardly doings are past! For a holy endeavour is now to begin And virtue shall triumph at last! I am I, Don Quixote The Lord of La Mancha – My destiny calls and I go! And the wild winds of fortune Will carry me onward Oh whither soever they blow! Whither soever they blow – Onward to glory I go!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

To dream ... the impossible dream... To fight... the unbeatable foe... To bear... with unbearable sorrow... To run... where the brave dare not go... To right... the unrightable wrong... To love... pure and chaste from afar... To try... when your arms are too weary... To reach... the unreachable star... This is my quest, to follow that star... No matter how hopeless, no matter how far... To fight for the right, without question or pause... To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause... And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest, That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm, when I'm laid to my rest... And the world will be better for this: That one man, scorned and covered with scars, Still strove, with his last ounce of courage, To reach... the unreachable star...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre, Señors, señors car avec les soldats oui, les toréros, peuvent s'entendre; Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs, ils ont les combats ! Car c'est la fête du courage ! C'est la fête des gens de cœur ! Allons ! en garde ! Allons ! allons ! Ah ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend ! Tout d'un coup, on fait silence, On fait silence… ah ! que se passe-t-il ? Plus de cris, c'est l'instant ! Plus de cris, c'est l'instant ! Le taureau s'élance en bondissant hors du toril ! Il s'élance ! Il entre, il frappe !… un cheval roule, entraînant un picador, "Ah ! Bravo ! Toro !" hurle la foule, le taureau va... il vient... il vient et frappe encore ! En secouant ses banderilles, plein de fureur, il court ! Le cirque est plein de sang ! On se sauve… on franchit les grilles ! C'est ton tour maintenant ! Allons ! en garde ! allons ! allons ! Ah ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, Ill say it clear, Ill state my case, of which Im certain. Ive lived a life thats full. Ive traveled each and evry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, Ive had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried. Ive had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, No, oh no not me, I did it my way. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

May I set the stage? I shall impersonate a man Come, enter into my imagination and see him! His name, Alonso Quijana, a country squire No longer young... bony, hollow-faced... eyes That burn with the fire of inner vision. Being retired, he has much time for books. He studies them from morn to night and often through the night as well. And all he reads oppresses him... Fills him with indignation at man's murderous Ways toward man. And he conceives the strangest Project ever imagined, to become a knight-errant And sally forth into the world to right all wrongs. No longer shall he be plain Alonso Quijana... But a dauntless knight known as - Don Quixote de La Mancha! Hear me now Oh thou bleak and unbearable world Thou art base and debauched as can be And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee! Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha Destroyer of evil am I I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory Forever to conquer or die I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho! I'll follow my master till the end I'll tell all the world proudly I'm his squire! I'm his friend! Hear me, heathens and wizards And serpents of sin – All your dastardly doings are past! For a holy endeavour is now to begin And virtue shall triumph at last! I am I, Don Quixote The Lord of La Mancha – My destiny calls and I go! And the wild winds of fortune Will carry me onward Oh whither soever they blow! Whither soever they blow – Onward to glory I go!

To dream ... the impossible dream... To fight... the unbeatable foe... To bear... with unbearable sorrow... To run... where the brave dare not go... To right... the unrightable wrong... To love... pure and chaste from afar... To try... when your arms are too weary... To reach... the unreachable star... This is my quest, to follow that star... No matter how hopeless, no matter how far... To fight for the right, without question or pause... To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause... And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest, That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm, when I'm laid to my rest... And the world will be better for this: That one man, scorned and covered with scars, Still strove, with his last ounce of courage, To reach... the unreachable star...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre, Señors, señors car avec les soldats oui, les toréros, peuvent s'entendre; Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs, ils ont les combats ! Car c'est la fête du courage ! C'est la fête des gens de cœur ! Allons ! en garde ! Allons ! allons ! Ah ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend ! Tout d'un coup, on fait silence, On fait silence… ah ! que se passe-t-il ? Plus de cris, c'est l'instant ! Plus de cris, c'est l'instant ! Le taureau s'élance en bondissant hors du toril ! Il s'élance ! Il entre, il frappe !… un cheval roule, entraînant un picador, "Ah ! Bravo ! Toro !" hurle la foule, le taureau va... il vient... il vient et frappe encore ! En secouant ses banderilles, plein de fureur, il court ! Le cirque est plein de sang ! On se sauve… on franchit les grilles ! C'est ton tour maintenant ! Allons ! en garde ! allons ! allons ! Ah ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend ! Toréador, en garde ! Toréador ! Toréador ! Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant Qu'un œil noir te regarde, Et que l'amour t'attend, Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025