Pendragon

Legend tells of a sword in a stone and a King to come
None can prevail indeed so many fail that they say it’ll never be done
But one young man takes the hilt in his hand as the crowd looks on
He lifts it high, holds the blade to the sky and the people know he’s the one.

The time has come now for Arthur Pendragon
To bring peace and order to Albion.

With the blade in hand he’ll rule the land
Shape a nation he’ll leave as his legacy
As the Saxons attack he will drive them all back
He is Arthur Pendragon the King of a nation reborn.

Legend tells of a hunt for the grail and of gallantry
Of noble knights; of their prowess and might; of the birth of chivalry
Now Arthur’s tricked by his sister’s sick evil sorcery
She’ll steal his seed and she’ll use it to breed a son twisted to villainy.

The time has come now for Arthur Pendragon
To save Camelot from his progeny…

With his blade in hand he ruled the land
Shape a nation he’ll leave as his legacy
And as Mordred attacks he must drive his son back
He is Arthur Pendragon the King of a nation now torn.

How could it fall apart?
His rule so wise and true
As Mordred finds his heart
His sword finds Mordred’s too!

The time has come now for Arthur Pendragon
To sail to the lost isle of Avalon…

With his blade in hand he ruled the land
Shaped a nation he left as his legacy
And though for him we lack it is said he’ll come back
He is Arthur Pendragon the King of our nation
And one day our King will return!