Queen Of Avalon

Don’t you see
My heart is dying
All my feelings
Cold as ice

Deep within
The sword is rising
From the waters
Dark as night

Highest mountains
Fields of snow
The God of thunder chose the new born king

From the moonlight till the dawn
Against the never-ending storm
Hear them calling Arthur’s name
Tribes of England reunite
March together side by side
For the queen of Avalon

Make believe
Tales and old stories
Legendary majesties

On the throne
Is carved your crest and
We will praise your glorious name

Betrayers, poor faithless
Kneel to the crown

Forever believing
No reckless’ pride