The Birth of King Arthur (Symphonic Metal Remix)

The lyrics are an excerpt from the epic poem 𝘖𝘧 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯 (c. 1250-1300) He seyd he hadde biȝeten a child & teld him hou wiþ tale milde ‘Late’ he seyd ‘þi wiif it loke, Of hir milk & ȝiue it souke, & þou schalt haue riche mede Brod londes & heiȝe stede.’ Þe king vnneþe al þis biȝat Þe quen childed after þat A fair knaue a gentil biȝate Þat was born to þe gate, An old hore man it was bitake So we finden in þe blake; It was Merlin þat him afeng, Forþ he ȝede wiþouten lesing, To a chirche he went wiþ honour & dede þat child cristen Arthour. After he went swiþe & bar it to sir Antoris wiue. A-childbed he hir fond & tok it hir in þe hond & bad it hir loke wiþ mild mode ‘Þi mede schal be riche & gode.’ It was Merlin þat him afeng, Forþ he ȝede wiþouten lesing, To a chirche he went wiþ honour & dede þat child cristen Arthour. After he went swiþe & bar it to sir Antoris wiue. A-childbed he hir fond & tok it hir in þe hond & bad it hir loke wiþ mild mode ‘Þi mede schal be riche & gode.’ Merlin went anon oway No seiȝe no man him after, mani a day. Modern Translation: He said he had begotten a child, And told him gently with a mild tale: “Let,” he said, “your wife care for it, Give it her milk and let it suck, And you shall have a rich reward — Broad lands and a noble estate.” The king scarcely believed all this, Yet the queen gave birth soon after that — A fair boy, a noble offspring, Born to the gate. An old grey-haired man received him, So it is written in the chronicle; It was Merlin who took him in. He went forth, without deception, To a church he went with honor, And had the child christened Arthur. Afterward, he went swiftly, And brought it to Sir Antor’s wife. He found her in childbed And placed the child in her hands, And gently told her with kind intent: “Your reward shall be rich and good.” Merlin went away at once — No man saw him again for many a day.