Standing at the crossroad watching men in armour fighting The fog is lying thick, the ground is shrouded in the dark The battle for the throne increases as it's done forever A dragon in disquise will send a knight to make its mark Fly away on the dragon's mist And seek the heir of kings I'll crave your first-born son in trade Of one night of your dreams Oh, give him the power Please bless him with the strength To pull Excalibur out of the stone Still the battle roars in spite of finding of thr king In search for pease he puts his life into the mighty hands Of knights who once refused to crown him as their rightful heir At last they gather'round the table, summoning the lands Fly away on the dragon's mist And seek the heir of kings I'll crave your first-born son in trade Of one night of your dreams Oh, give him the power Please bless him with the strength To pull Excalibur out of the stone A dream to some A nightmare to others The peace will come And Mordred will be born a ba*tard son The wizard and his powers will predict the silent future He holds the key to all success and forces it to the door To understand the secrets of his whisperings and riddles They die, and so the legend will live on forever more Fly away on the dragon's mist And seek the heir of kings I'll crave your first-born son in trade Of one night of your dreams Oh, give him the power Please bless him with the strength To pull Excalibur out of the stone [Lars,Kristian]