Cries from the grave resound in my ears They hail from beyond my darkest fears Faces of the past are etched in my brain The women I raped, the men I've slain Shades of the dead are sliding on the wall Demons dance in the castle hall I call upon the sword, the mighty Excalibur Grant me the sk** to fulfill my quest I call upon my king and the knights of the table round Grant me the courage to stand to this test I call upon the seer, Merlin the sorcerer Grant me the magic to end my pain I call upon the spirit that lives in a noble heart Grant me the pa**ion that's within my veins Shades of the dead are sliding on the wall Demons dance in the castle hall