At the end of the line
In a deserted land
The last one in the coal mine
The last one making his stand
„this might be your last chance“
The man in the job-center said
Gave him just a quick glance
From his eyes, those eyes he had seen
Seen before....long ago....where had he seen these eyes?
Excalibur, the world is on fire
Excalibur, world in confusion
Excalibur, common desire
Excalibur, vainly illusion
Excalibur, waiting in seclusion
Excalibur, vainly illusion
Excalibur...
Excalibur...
Digging in darkness
A mighty scorcher
Like lost in the deep
In his lonesome torture
Lost in a side corridor
Night or day, he could'nt tell anymore
Reaching for a hold
When he felt something cold
Something hard, maybe old, something strange and cold
Excalibur.......
And he dug in the mud with bare hands
And he felt those eyes on him still
And he heard invocations like in a trance
And the voices started to sing:
„We're waiting for the order, all troops on stand by
In the name of the exploiteds
In the name of justice, in the name of freedom
We're ready to die!“
And he reached for the hilt...in one go... held it up...
And he touched the sky.....
Excalibur...