| The nameless king |
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| 6th of December, 2001 |
| In years of old, stories have told Us about the richest kingdoms With dragons, knights and fairy tales Amidst the chaos, there stood the mightiest Camelot, home of kings Immortal shelter for warriors In tides of warfare they emerged To bring back freedom to the ones who needed it the most Valiant fighters in shiny armouring The curse drove them apart Knights of the table round Fight for the glory Bound in a circle of fire The nameless king will arise <narrative> "In ancient times, a sword was forged to defeat the worst enemies. Although it passed on between lines of kings, it became lost centures ago, and was caught in stone. There, it waits for the last king to be drawn." Excalibur No man ever laid hands on a mightier sword Excalibur Piercing through shadows and darkness In woods of Elves, valleys of Dwarves None ever had found the one To free the sword from the stone And will it happen, all fall silent And gaze to the chosen king Praise and hail his holy words Thus he shall arise To lead the knights of the table round once more Over valleys, woods and rivers His name shall be called aloud Knights of the table round Fight for the glory Bound in a circle of fire The nameless king shall arise |