The Crowning

A child was born, was born to be king
He is the son of the gods

Give him the sword, give him the power
To spread the wings of freedom

Far from home, raised by a vassal
He learned to fight
(He was) baptized a christian, between images of saints
But he knows the avalon’s wisdom

Make us free again from the saxons from north
Let freedom shine in our hearts
Make us one again until eternity
Keep opened the gates of mystery

Fires of beltane, burn to crown of the king
We’ll fight with glory, till our kingdoms be one

Fires of beltane, burn to crown of the king
King of the mountain, gladness and freedom you bring

And king he became when the bells rang in the woods
Oh! He said:
“My sword for protection, my hands for justice”
I will lead you through

And we will stand by you
Beyond the reigns
And we will fight for liberty
’Cause you’re the only way out