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There was (an) ancient age, of the warrior, of the sage
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In a remote time, when bards sang their epic rhymes
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There is a gloomy land, where no lord or king stands
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Where misery reigns, peace and justice are in vain
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A king must arrive, the most valiant knights strive
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(To) draw Excalibur from its dream in (the) stone's core
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It's Merlin's command be removed by a young hand
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Before the knight's ring, a boy becomes Arthus the king
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Arthur knew greed in kingdom, pain and sorrow he will feel
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After the war his former foes kneel
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Honour, fairness and wisdom on the Round Table are the rule
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In Camelot, are free lords and fools
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The search for the Grail, just the purest of the males
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To see it has the right among all Arthur's knights
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Endless was the quest because no one passed the test
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And the treason came, Loyal Lancelot was his name
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Arthur knew (the) lie in Camelot, pain and sorrow in his soul
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Culprits must pay for playing so foul
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But the king's heart is crying
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His kingdom and dream are blown away
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But his sword will live, forever will stay
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The king's sword... from the stone
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The king's sword... he is alone
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With it he'll be lord... it rules again
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The king's sword... it's all in vain
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The King's Sword
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