It was deep in her
she knew she did wrong
opened the gates
and let the rats come in

From war to war
we have beaten them all
at Hastings, we found out
they rode into Camelot

Oh how beauty can be so evil
how deceived you can be
by a Morgana
that evil witch

With my faithful, we ride west
to the temple of peace
we give our blessings and blood
we will not relinquish our swords

One knight a dear friend of mine
strikes his sword into some granite
his sword could not be retrieved
I gave him my spare and told him to leave the other in there

As we rode to Camelot
I told my friend
you know that sword was one of mine
and now you have one of my other ones

It is raining hard when we get to our Camelot
the portcullis is still open
we ride in with swords in hand
and there does Morgana stand

We alight our steads
some of us still do bleed
I tell her we will **** her
she laughs and say's she knows

Ten of my knights fall from her first spell
we that are left rush her
just like we did last time
but she moves to another timeline

I tell my brothers and sisters
I will follow her through time
and where she did stand
I stand and disappear with a magic rhyme


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris