| I've fashioned a sword, put it into a stone | |
| I've sent it afloat, then the sea took it | |
| In the perilous chapel it waits | |
| For Arthur to raise it in front of you all | |
| With this token of power the nation won't fall | |
| It will shield you from evil and hate | |
| The Dragon died on that night, pointing out his successor | |
| The hidden son to all unknown, came to fight the agressor | |
| The knights must be convinced | |
| Challenging the prince | |
| He'll bring you peace and victory, so why all the harshness | |
| He'll unite the Kings and rule the land, bringing light after darkness | |
| But nobles won't accept until he proves the fact | |
| That the true King alone | |
| Can draw the sword from the stone | |
| Reaching out for the jewelled hilt, oh its burning like fire | |
| To take the sword and claim their rights is their only desire | |
| But failure shows them why | |
| There's more than meets the eye | |
| Arthur holds Excalibur, the invincible weapon | |
| To fight the wrong and serve the right, I know he'll make it happen | |
| This sword will make him stronger | |
| Never to be conquered | |
| Now the heir to the throne | |
| Has drawn the sword from the stone | |
| Now the King's unsurpassed as a leader of man | |
| There's a scar from his past which he'll bear till the end | |
| Like a curse it will last | |
| His own blood wants revenge |