Myrddin: Oh, remembering the words The vision of the sage He summoned all the heathen breed A black hearts dream of a new age
Taint and vicious life he cried Strongest of his kind Shattered by a fateful might A carnal spell devoured his fiery mind
Distrust and treason The strong will survive Is no virtue of reason While the whole land is moaning Oh, who's worth to be king
Revange! Hunt the king of Cornwall down The troops will march For they adore the cauldron All is fading to ashes, turning to war
Oh, all you woeful warriors For yon weakness'll never be strength Cold and fearless you adore The lies of a madman right till the end
And in a night of roaming shadows With a spell on his face He seduced the unaware widow Oh what murderous embrace So fate took its course With less rhyme than reason War and hate Will bear brighter days
The night passed Its crown to the king of dawn This dream will last Till the day This new kingdom will comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
