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I've fashioned a sword, put it into a stone |
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I've sent it afloat, then the sea took it |
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In the perilous chapel it waits |
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For Arthur to raise it in front of you all |
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With this token of power the nation won't fall |
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It will shield you from evil and hate |
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The Dragon died on that night, pointing out his successor |
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The hidden son to all unknown, came to fight the agressor |
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The knights must be convinced |
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Challenging the prince |
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He'll bring you peace and victory, so why all the harshness |
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He'll unite the Kings and rule the land, bringing light after darkness |
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But nobles won't accept until he proves the fact |
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That the true King alone |
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Can draw the sword from the stone |
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Reaching out for the jewelled hilt, oh its burning like fire |
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To take the sword and claim their rights is their only desire |
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But failure shows them why |
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There's more than meets the eye |
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Arthur holds Excalibur, the invincible weapon |
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To fight the wrong and serve the right, I know he'll make it happen |
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This sword will make him stronger |
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Never to be conquered |
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Now the heir to the throne |
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Has drawn the sword from the stone |
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Now the King's unsurpassed as a leader of man |
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There's a scar from his past which he'll bear till the end |
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Like a curse it will last |
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His own blood wants revenge |