due to the legend a new king will come

rise in the morning horizon

brave and believing

for wars to be won

born with the heart of a lion



he will fight for a country unite

till the last drop of blood confines the oath

till all will respect him wherever he roams



deep in the wood

she can hear she's alive

lost in the dark of a dragons lament

searching the highlands

in trying to find

trace of Morgana

the Princess of Hate



he will be holding

the sword in the stone

knights of the kingdom will join him

bring back the honor

of Pendragons name

from where the cauldron is boiling



but the shadow of Uther restrains

all the efforts to reunite the realm

a witch of his own blood from heaven expelled



deep in the woods there are prints in the sand

leading towards

where the angels repent

king of the ocean

king of the land

nothing can save him

from Merlin's consent



coming of storms

battles of war

knights of thunder are fearless

thus goes the legend

the tale I was told

now we await his appearance



but the shadow of Uther remains

there is no way the king can break the oath

the shadow will follow wherever he roams