The Kingsword will stand
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
A rumour explained
By the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it
A man's raise it high
Son of Pendrag
In his night of the slaughter
His wisdom
His unshaven youth will be mine
Will wake from her slumber
The lake's only daughter
To answer that calling
She cannot deny
The Kingsword will stand
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
A rumour explained
By the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it
A man's raise it high
Brought by a queen
For the hand of the chosen
From fish scale and currants
And winter's reply
Brought from the deep
By a prophet who knows
In the arms of the water
Again it will lie
The Kingsword will stand
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
A rumour explained
By the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it
A man's raise it high
The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
A rumour explained
By the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it
A man's raise it high
The Kingsword will stand
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
A rumour explained
By the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it
A man's raise it high
