In timeless tower high midst dead of night Entwined in struggling moonbeams misty light Unshadowed figur, clad in mantled grey Looks not, feels naught Starres eastwards To think of once upon a time Of Camelot and quests to find Powers to deceive d**h's misty shawl Wizard, be it for yourself or dead lady and leige That you weep? On Spanis plain marched your royal sire To burn his bridges on God's holy fire Struck down by horse and moorish battle blade Alone, to this end, your fate But hesten now, as skies grow black And forces ma** to take you back Mere moments, to a time that seems So distant, and so very long ago