Upon a Pagan land in darkness came A black and heartless spawn of seed, A cruel and wretched plague, For in the mist of tima a king lay slain Anf left the vilest form of greed With a crown to claim They battle, heed no warning Prattle as they feud their lives away They drown in civil war; they bleed
And still your dreams chill the night While the dead fill your head Desperate scenes take yhe knife Through your flesh to the bone Such extremes shape this fight Fire is fed; blood is shed And the pleas to unite Scream "Excalibur guide our way home"
A ray of hope emerging bright as day Amidst the darkness hour, reveals what is pre-ordained To hold a sword of power the Gods have made To temper lightning forged as steel for it's sacred blade Strenght, passion, hopes and glory Balanced on the brink, no time to fail This time the saviour must be real
And still your dreams chill the night While the dead fill your head Desperate scenes take yhe knife Through your flesh to the bone Such extremes shape this fight Fire is fed; blood is shed And the pleas to unite Scream "Excalibur guide our way home"