Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings
These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream
From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought
From wounds a traitor wrought....
I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad 'neath the silvered lake
When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee's song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon
The haunted shores of Avalon
I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle 'neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead To scheme of my return
Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds
These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream
"I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England's bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men
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