At the end of the line In a deserted land The last one in the coal mine The last one making his stand „this might be your last chance“ The man in the job-center said Gave him just a quick glance From his eyes, those eyes he had seen Seen before....long ago....where had he seen these eyes? Excalibur, the world is on fire Excalibur, world in confusion Excalibur, common desire Excalibur, vainly illusion Excalibur, waiting in seclusion Excalibur, vainly illusion Excalibur... Excalibur... Digging in darkness A mighty scorcher Like lost in the deep In his lonesome torture Lost in a side corridor Night or day, he could'nt tell anymore Reaching for a hold When he felt something cold Something hard, maybe old, something strange and cold Excalibur....... And he dug in the mud with bare hands And he felt those eyes on him still And he heard invocations like in a trance And the voices started to sing: „We're waiting for the order, all troops on stand by In the name of the exploiteds In the name of justice, in the name of freedom We're ready to die!“ And he reached for the hilt...in one go... held it up... And he touched the sky..... Excalibur...