The Battle Of Camlann
Soar through the mist and
breathe in the dank fumes
Battle is brewing
near the place called Camlann
Come draw your swords men
Victory is at hand
My son must not succeed
or this land will fall
Near the place called Camlann
our destinies shall meet
Grieving father and spiteful son
will seal each other's fate
Britannia's future hangs by a thread
while avarice here dwell
Arthur and Mordred, the blood of kings
on this ground lay dead
The anger rages on and on
While hardened men heed the call
No preacher shall redeem them now
For soon they all will fall
Dust upon the lofty ground
Marks their final passage
Ravens feast on those left behind
Bringing this grim message
Near the place called Camlann
our destinies shall meet
Grieving father and spiteful son
will seal each other's fate
Britannia's future hangs by a thread
while avarice here dwell
Arthur and Mordred, the blood of kings
on this ground lay dead
