A horseman rides slowly through the mirror's sight

He's singing a hymn for the victory of another fight

Lancelot, his semblance radiates a mystic might



Hair from underneath his helmet, and the red helmet feather

Wave in the wind like a licking flame together



This brave armoured knight; raised by the lady to a goal

Because the flames of lust carbonise her soul



Infinite sadness or smothered grief

So alone, but these emotions won't leave

Your state, going from bad to worse

Now as lust evokes the curse



You left the web for pictures that the mirror sent

And forgot the loom

While you stepped towards the casement,

embraced by the arms of doom

Your lust brought you to the end



Fairy lady of Shallot

Now as you're looking down at Camelot



She's engulfed by the dismal night

When the wind extinguishes the candlelight

She's searing for this heroic knight

Wrapped in the web in which memories hide

Then the mirror cracked from side to side

The curse came upon her and she cried...

"Death chooses me to be its bride..."