A wanderer, a wizard
walking through ages
and worlds
seeking the chosen
knight
Let the breath of the dragon
cover the land
let all that is written
to be done
Kamelot, the castle of the brave
sworn to follow their lord to
the grave
Treacherous is the human heart
fragile, weak, a piece of art
To Morgana's spell
the virtuous fell
King Arthur shall be dead
Excalibur, sword of the omens
in the hands of the Lady of the Lake
until one day it will once again awake
Modred's riders scour the land,
a warrior pure enough shall hold
the Holy Grail in his hand.
Sleep Merlin, sleep
now you can rest
armours, swords and shields rust
The Round Table is covered with dust
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