Verse 1 When Britain’s crown lay torn and bare, And war had scarred the land, A boy arose with steady hand, A sword none else could stand. From stone and shadow, steel was drawn, By fate, not strength alone, And Arthur rose to guard the realm, A king by oath and throne. Verse 2 He called the brave from near and far, From vale and forest deep, Men sworn to truth, to shield the weak, Their vows they swore to keep. No head above another stood, No crown at council shown, For all were equal in their cause Around the Table Round. Chorus Sing now the song of shield and flame, Of honor forged in steel, Where brothers stand through blood and loss, And make the legend real. By God and sword, by word once sworn, They rode where few would go, The knights who served the Round Table, In ages long ago. Verse 3 Sir Lancelot, the peerless blade, Whose courage none could bend, Sir Gawain, strong in rising sun, And faithful to the end. Sir Percival with searching heart, The Grail his guiding star, Each carried wounds no eye could see, From love as much as war. Verse 4 Through fire and frost they held the road, Through treachery and fear, For not all foes wore armor dark, Some whispered close and near. The queen they loved, the king they served, Between them stood the fall, For even oaths of truest steel Can crack against the soul. Chorus Sing now the song of shield and flame, Of valor dearly paid, Where glory shines but casts a shade No mortal can evade. They fought not just for crown or land, But for the good they knew, The knights who held the Round Table, And kept their honor true. Bridge Time takes the crown, the blade, the name, Turns castles into sand, But songs outlive both king and war, Still passing hand to hand. Final Chorus So sing the song of ancient days, When hope wore mail and helm, When one man’s oath could bind the fate Of an entire realm. Though Arthur sleeps in hidden vale, His promise lingers still: That justice lives where hearts stand firm, And men choose good from will. Outro Lay down the lute, let silence fall, The fire grows low and dim, But while this song is sung again, The legend will not end.
