Sitting alone in your Iron Fort
Get down from your throne
Away from others of your own
Thereās no reason for thy fright
So come down here and sit alongsides
So please take a seat and let us recite
The Tales of Arthur and his Knights
Let us take you back to days long gone
Enchant you till mighty Dawn
To the rhythm of jingly cowbell
And pain of splitted nutshell
All the way from the fortress
You can bring along your mistress
For here thereās no distress
So come, thy Lord and join the rest
For here youāre always welcome
So leave there thy mighty emblem
For we donāt care of race or bind
In the land of stories told
From the young to the old
But where, you have not been told
For everything you see is floored
By Swings of mighty swords
Underneath those of your kin
So please my Lord donāt nope
For there still lies hope
And though our bones havenāt survive
So we beg you, oh mighty Lord
With our Tales youāve been delighted
And Even though we have been parted
So bow you ear to the ground
Cause beneath great swords and heartās bleed
So please, oh please our mighty Lord
Keep the fire within well lit
Carry it on, spread the myth
And listen carefully our beloved Lord
Whilst stuck in your Fort
For all your effort, his adevntures are still stored
Eternally in the songs of the bardās chord