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See, in his flesh, in his veins, runs the blood of Uther

He was born with the courage and the strengh of his royal father

Blessed by the gods, child of magic and witchery

Heroic fate for destiny

Lo ! Unaware of his birth, he was raised and trained to be humble squire

At the service of Sir Key, his beloved brother

Hard were the times, growing hunger and misery

Covered the land poverty

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He is the one, the son of Pendragon

The stolen child

He is the one, the son of Pendragon

King of the britons

On a day of summer as he was wandering in a maze

He found a place deeply hidden by the veils of a magical haze

There stuck in stone, stood the great sword Excalibur

Freed from the rock by Arthur

Chorus