Soar through the mist and breathe in the dank fumes Battle is brewing near the place called Camlann
Come draw your swords men Victory is at hand My son must not succeed or this land will fall
Near the place called Camlann our destinies shall meet Grieving father and spiteful son will seal each other's fate Britannia's future hangs by a thread while avarice here dwell Arthur and Mordred, the blood of kings on this ground lay dead
The anger rages on and on While hardened men heed the call No preacher shall redeem them now For soon they all will fall
Dust upon the lofty ground Marks their final passage Ravens feast on those left behind Bringing this grim message
Near the place called Camlann our destinies shall meet Grieving father and spiteful son will seal each other's fate Britannia's future hangs by a thread while avarice here dwell Arthur and Mordred, the blood of kings on this ground lay deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
