Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the age of might, 'neath the watchful sky,
Rises Camelot, where the eagles cry.
Bound by honor, sworn to the Round Table,
Knights of valor, in legend and fable.
(Pre-Chorus 1)
Hear the steel sing, on the cold wind’s breath,
Vows pledged in the shadow of death.
A kingdom's heart, forged in dragonfire,
Bound to the fate that the gods conspire.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Verse 2)
From murky depths, whispers of treason,
A brother’s betrayal, without cause or reason.
Lancelot’s sorrow, Guinevere’s tears,
A love that doomed them through the years.
(Pre-Chorus 2)
Through the mist they charge, the gallant few,
Bearing flags of a realm, pure and true.
Might and magic, where destinies align,
Under the stars of an ancient sign.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Verse 2)
From murky depths, whispers of treason,
A brother’s betrayal, without cause or reason.
Lancelot’s sorrow, Guinevere’s tears,
A love that doomed them through the years.
(Pre-Chorus 2)
Through the mist they charge, the gallant few,
Bearing flags of a realm, pure and true.
Might and magic, where destinies align,
Under the stars of an ancient sign.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
[guitar solo]
(Bridge)
Arthur, oh bearer of Excalibur’s light,
Guide us through shadows, lead us in fight.
Merlin’s enchantment, Mordred’s deceit,
Camelot stands, it shall not retreat.
(Verse 3)
To the fields of Camlann, where bloodlines end,
Fate of a kingdom, on one sword depend.
Arthur and Mordred, the clash of titans,
A son’s revolt, the realm frightens.
(Pre-Chorus 3)
Echoes of battle, cries of the slain,
A land mourns its king, fallen in pain.
But from the ashes, the myth shall rise,
Camelot’s memory, eternal in the skies.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Outro)
So sing, minstrels, of the Round Table’s might,
Of Arthur’s court, and the knights’ plight.
In the heart of Albion, their tales spun of gold,
In the blades of Camelot, forever bold.
(Bridge)
Arthur, oh bearer of Excalibur’s light,
Guide us through shadows, lead us in fight.
Merlin’s enchantment, Mordred’s deceit,
Camelot stands, it shall not retreat.
(Verse 3)
To the fields of Camlann, where bloodlines end,
Fate of a kingdom, on one sword depend.
Arthur and Mordred, the clash of titans,
A son’s revolt, the realm frightens.
(Pre-Chorus 3)
Echoes of battle, cries of the slain,
A land mourns its king, fallen in pain.
But from the ashes, the myth shall rise,
Camelot’s memory, eternal in the skies.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Outro)
So sing, minstrels, of the Round Table’s might,
Of Arthur’s court, and the knights’ plight.
In the heart of Albion, their tales spun of gold,
In the blades of Camelot, forever bold.
(Chorus)
Ride, knights of the realm, through the storm's wild scream,
For the glory of Camelot, and the king’s dream.
Blades of justice, shields of the brave,
Guardians of the sacred, the true and the grave.
(Outro)
So sing, minstrels, of the Round Table’s might,
Of Arthur’s court, and the knights’ plight.
In the heart of Albion, their tales spun of gold,
In the blades of Camelot, forever bold.
