| Excalibur the sword of right
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| Lancelot you rise a knight
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| Many quests will soon be fought
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| To win your place in Arthur’s court.
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| Go to waste land if you dare
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| Lure the Black Knight from his lair
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| Fight and kill the evil man
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| Rid his evil from our land.
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| Kneeling in prayer, Lancelot gave the night
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| Knowing to save the wasteland he must fight
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| Eager to kill all those who came his way
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| He must slay
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| He must fight
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| The Black Knight, The Black Knight.
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight.
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight
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| The dawn approaches, clearing sky
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| Very soon a knight must die
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| Black Knight towering on his horse
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| Struck Lancelot with fearsome force.
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| Lancelot held fast his ground
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| Then struck the Black Knight to the ground
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| Leapt from his horse and then he smote
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| A single thrust and pierced his throat.
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| Answer my prayers, help me to save this land
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| Guide me by truth laid down by Arthur’s hand
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| Evil is gone, only good we shall see
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| Victory
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| In this land
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| By God’s hand
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| By God’s hand. |