| Due to the legend a new king will come
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| Rise in the morning horizon
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| Brave and believing for wars to be won
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| Born with the heart of a lion
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| He will fight for a country unite
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| Till the last drop of blood confines the oath
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| Till all will respect him wherever he roams
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| Deep in the woods he can hear she’s alive
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| Lost in the dark of a dragon’s lament
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| Searching the highlands in trying to find
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| Trace of Morgana the Princess of Hate
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| He will be holding the sword in the stone
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| Knights of the kingdom will join him
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| Bring back the honor of Pendragon’s name
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| From where the cauldron is boiling
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| But the shadow of Uther restrains
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| All the efforts to reunite the realm
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| A witch of his own blood from heaven expelled
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| Deep in the woods there are prints in the sand
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| Leading towards where the angels repent
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| King of the ocean and king of the land
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| Nothing can save him from Merlin’s consent
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| Coming of storms, battles of war
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| Knights of thunder are fearless
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| Thus goes the legend, the tale I was told
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| Now we await his appearance
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| But the shadow of Uther remains
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| There is no way the king can break the oath
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| The shadow will follow wherever he roams
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| Deep in the woods there are prints in the sand
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| Leading towards where the angels repent
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| King of the ocean and king of the land
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| Nothing can save him from Merlin’s consent |