There was (an) ancient age, of the warrior, of the sage In a remote time, when bards sang their epic rhymes There is a gloomy land, where no lord or king stands Where misery reigns, peace and justice are in vain
A king must arrive, the most valiant knights strive (To) draw Excalibur from its dream in (the) stone's core It's Merlin's command be removed by a young hand Before the knight's ring, a boy becomes Arthur the King
Arthur knew greed in kingdom, pain and sorrow he will feel After the war his former foes kneel Honour, fairness and wisdom on the Round Table are the rule In Camelot, are free lords and fools
The search for the Grail, just the purest of the males To see it has the right among all Arthur's knights Endless was the quest because no one passed the test And the treason came, Loyal Lancelot was his name
Arthur knew (the) lie in Camelot, pain and sorrow in his soul Culprits must pay for playing so foul But the king's heart is crying His kingdom and dream are blown away But his sword will live, forever will stay
The king's sword... from the stone The king's sword... he is alone With it he'll be lord... it rules again The king's sword... it's all in vain