"I feel not fine in these times nowadays
I'm locked in my world and then I feel glad
Tripping in a time when I rode in cold days
I owned a sword, I was only a thin lad
My father a King, whose realm was big
But I didn't know him, he wished I was dead
Wise in the past, now an old mad prig
To take my crown, to the South I fled
A fierce cruel warrior soon I became
But with the sense of justice, my greatest mark
My foes shook in fear when they heard my name
Arthur the King, a sparkle in the dark
The Saxons invaded, thousands of them
My whole life spent on the battlefield
Killed by my own son, I lost my reign
Excalibur is gone, it shall
never be wielded."