| I’ve fashioned a sword, put it into a stone
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| I’ve sent it afloat, then the sea took it In the perilous chapel it waits
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| For Arthur to raise it in front of you all
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| With this token of power the nation won’t fall
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| It will shield you from evil and hate
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| The Dragon died on that night, pointing out his successor
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| The hidden son to all unknown, came to fight the agressor
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| The knights must be convinced
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| Challenging the prince
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| He’ll bring you peace and victory, so why all the harshness
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| He’ll unite the Kings and rule the land, bringing light after darkness
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| But nobles won’t accept until he proves the fact
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| That the true King alone
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| Can draw the sword from the stone
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| Reaching out for the jewelled hilt, oh its burning like fire
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| To take the sword and claim their rights is their only desire
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| But failure shows them why
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| There’s more than meets the eye
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| Arthur holds Excalibur, the invincible weapon
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| To fight the wrong and serve the right, I know he’ll make it happen
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| This sword will make him stronger
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| Never to be conquered
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| Now the heir to the throne
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| Has drawn the sword from the stone
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| Now the King’s unsurpassed as a leader of man
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| There’s a scar from his past which he’ll bear till the end
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| Like a curse it will last
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| His own blood wants revenge |