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