Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade 
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned 
And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name 
Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed 
The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings 
To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings 

These are the shores whereto my soul 
Blood drenched and unredeemed 
Shalt seek solace in secrets told 
Through the whispers of a dream

From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius 
A proud, audacious King mantled in the 
vehemence of lust 
Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided 
In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided 
Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court 
And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought

I fear the Augean light 
is sweeping through Camelot 
How bittersweet my triumphs seem, 
now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost 
Morganna art thou near me? 
Languid, I wend my path to grave 
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp 
Of the naiad neath the silvered lake 
When waters stirred lay silent

Mistress let the mists descend 
Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart 
His sombre gaze defies legend 
More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes 
Art for the Banshees song 
Or our souls entwined like vein upon 
The haunted shores of Avalon

The haunted shores of Avalon

Bury me in velvet dream 
Lest I unduly wake 
And seek to reconcile my thirst 
With the cowardly tailors of my fate 
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night 
To overthrow, plague and burn 
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead 
To scheme of my return

Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm 
A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn 
Their ignorance has forged for me over 
centuries a sword 
Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war 
The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the 
passive flocks roam free 
This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, 
trespassing breeds