There was (an) ancient age, of the warrior, of the sage   In a remote time, when bards sang their epic rhymes   There is a gloomy land, where no lord or king stands   Where misery reigns, peace and justice are in vain      A king must arrive, the most valiant knights strive   (To) draw Excalibur from its dream in (the) stone's core   It's Merlin's command be removed by a young hand   Before the knight's ring, a boy becomes Arthus the king      Arthur knew greed in kingdom, pain and sorrow he will feel   After the war his former foes kneel   Honour, fairness and wisdom on the Round Table are the rule   In Camelot, are free lords and fools      The search for the Grail, just the purest of the males   To see it has the right among all Arthur's knights   Endless was the quest because no one passed the test   And the treason came, Loyal Lancelot was his name      Arthur knew (the) lie in Camelot, pain and sorrow in his soul   Culprits must pay for playing so foul   But the king's heart is crying   His kingdom and dream are blown away   But his sword will live, forever will stay      The king's sword... from the stone   The king's sword... he is alone   With it he'll be lord... it rules again   The king's sword... it's all in vain