The Last Battle - текст песни
The Last Battle
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
>From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost.
Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell.
Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
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