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 woods
he 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