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Battlefield Requiem

Excalibur is living

Camelot are always here



The woods of Britain hear the druid call

Arthur Pendragon needs the Holy Graal



The magic parchment

Reveal for the wizard Merlin

Said that Camelot

Will fall down by your own blood



Sir Mordred, the evil knight

Rides in the shadows with pain

Sir Mordred, the evil knight

His misery is sad like the rain



In the mists of Avalon

The lady of the lake is dancing

Old knowledge are hiding

There are rituals of godness

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh



On the round table

Your brave knight are tired



But the search is over

and the kingdom remains strong



So the Mordred Armies

With hate and swords attack

In the edge of lake

Father and son die for the crown



King Arthur, The Britain cry

Four fairy queens have taken your soul

King Arthur, The Britain cry

The holy sings vanishes of this world



In the mists of Avalon

The lady of the lake is dancing

Old knowledge are hiding

There are rituals of godness

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh



The king rises again

From the Island of the Dragon

The king, rises again

To help us in the dark ages of our Kingdom

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