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Due to the legend

a new King will come,

rise in the morning horizon.

Brave and believing

for wars to be won,

born with the heart of a lion.

He will fight

for a country unite

until the last drop

of blood confines the oath.

Until all will respect him

wherever he roams .

Deep in the woods

he can hear she's alive,

lost in the dark

of a Dragon's lament.

Searching the highlands

in trying to find,

trace of Morgana

the Princess of Hate.

He will be holding

the sword in the stone,

knights of the kingdom

will join him.

Bring back the honor

of Pendragons name

from where the

cauldron is boiling.

But the Shadow of Uther restrains

all the efforts to reunite the realm.

A witch of his own blood

from Heaven expelled.

Deep in the woods

there are prints in the sand,

leading towards

where the angels repent.

King of the Ocean,

King of the Land,

nothing can save him

from Merlin's consent.

Coming of storms,

battles of war.

Knights of thunder

are fearless.

Thus goes the legend,

the tale I was told,

now we await his appearance.

But the shadow of Uther remains,

there is no way the King

can break the oath.

The shadow will follow

wherever he roams.

Deep in the woods

there are prints in the sand,

leading towards

where the angels repent.

King of the Ocean,

King of the Land,

nothing can save him

from Merlin's consent.