Standing at the crossroad watching men in armour fighting

The fog is lying thick, the ground is shrouded in the dark

The battle for the throne increases as it's done forever

A dragon in disquise will send a knight to make its mark



Fly away on the dragon's mist

And seek the heir of kings

I'll crave your first-born son in trade

Of one night of your dreams

Oh, give him the power

Please bless him with the strength

To pull Excalibur out of the stone



Still the battle roars in spite of finding of thr king

In search for pease he puts his life into the mighty hands

Of knights who once refused to crown him as their rightful heir

At last they gather'round the table, summoning the lands



Fly away on the dragon's mist

And seek the heir of kings

I'll crave your first-born son in trade

Of one night of your dreams

Oh, give him the power

Please bless him with the strength

To pull Excalibur out of the stone



A dream to some

A nightmare to others

The peace will come

And Mordred will be born a bastard son



The wizard and his powers will predict the silent future

He holds the key to all success and forces it to the door

To understand the secrets of his whisperings and riddles

They die, and so the legend will live on forever more



Fly away on the dragon's mist

And seek the heir of kings

I'll crave your first-born son in trade

Of one night of your dreams

Oh, give him the power

Please bless him with the strength

To pull Excalibur out of the stone