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MISTER ATOMPUNK PRESENTS: Excalibur's Reflection [Official Video]
You cannot call the Dragon just to steal the fire.
The pattern will not anchor in a broken wire.
The wager was a shadow, the conception was a theft.
Merlin took the new born babe and left.
A hundred knights are bleeding for a usurper's crown.
They try to pull themselves up by tearing others down.
But the anvil only opens to the true King's hand.
The peace restored by right throughout the land.
It isn’t won through combat, it isn’t claimed by force.
The steel is just the river recognizing its own source.
They gathered from the highlands, they gathered from the coast.
No seat above another, no master and no host.
The timber was a circle, the fellowship was bound,
And every heavy burden was shared upon the ground.
They swore the knightly oath to defend the weak and frail,
repelled the invasions, watched them set sail.
For a shining, fleeting moment, the scattered lords were one,
A kingdom built on honor, rising in the sun.
He rode out in his glory to demand the right of way,
To force the greatest champion to yield the bridge that day.
He drew the Dragon's breath to feed a mortal man's pride,
And the ancient steel shattered by the water's side.
The Lady of the Lake weaves the water into glass.
The broken blade is mended where the quiet ripples pass.
The King bows his head, and the champion bends his knee.
The power only flows when the captive hands are free.
But the seed of the deception had already been sown,
A shadow of the father coming back to claim the throne.
The unity was broken by the secret in the dark,
As the closest of the brothers missed the center of the mark.
The knights ride out forever searching for the holy cup,
While the consequence of betrayal drinks the kingdom up.
The King is the Land! The Land is the King!
The grail restores! The Angels sing!
You cannot heal the water if you poison the well,
You cannot buy the future with the past you sell!
Father faces son upon the bloody, ash-white shore.
The masks of tears and laughter cannot hide the truth no more.
The sword is thrown to water, caught beneath the fading sun.
The cycle completes, but the circle isn't done.
The barge departs for Avalon, fades into the mist.
The King will come again.
The kingdom will persist.