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Weave the tread of our fall

Blind of all flesh from your beloved Camelot

It´s the curse of the Lady of Shalott

“God in his mercy lend her grace”

Outcast from the world I have become

Looking into a mirror to see Camelot

It´s the burden of the Lady of Shalott

But when the curse falls down upon us

We will burn together

Under rain, the wickiest of weather

And sail, pale white, onto Camelot

Dead by the side of the Lady of Shalott

I´ll crawl to the Sun

The mirror is cracking now

Silent & broken I´ve become

From the weaving of my pain

Curse my life & the mark of Cain

For no more shall the Lady of Shalott

Sit quietly longing for dear old Camelot

Oh and the boat came empty of love

Carrying the finest of all ladies

A dying angel from above

Who tried to reach Camelot

Here lays the Lady of Shalott...

My hands will not heal you

My deepest sorrow is in vain

As you turn pale and blue

Parting to the land of the dead

But sorrow is all I got

So travel far lady of Shalott