歌詞
In an ethereal twilight, when mist danced over the forgotten marshes of Britain, the fate of a kingdom hung in the balance. That night, in the darkness, a young man named Arthur, unaware of his legacy, found himself lost in thought. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows: Merlin, the wizard. With eyes that saw beyond time, he revealed to Arthur his true lineage. The young man then followed the wizard to a hidden location, where the legendary Sword in the Stone waited. With a firm hand, Arthur drew his sword, and their fate was sealed. The kingdom of Camelot was born under Arthur's leadership, with Guinevere at his side. However, the shadows that accompanied power began to conspire against the king. Lancelot's betrayal and the curse of Mordred, his own son, wove a web of misfortune. In the final battle, Arthur played Mordred. The Excalibur sword flashed under the gloomy sky, but it could not avoid the fatal blow. The king, feeling his life slipping away, tried to get Bedivere to return Excalibur to the lake, sealing the end of an era. At that moment, the waters of the lake parted, and the Lady of the Lake, with hair as black as night, stretched out her hand. The sword was handed over, and King Arthur, with a melancholy smile, disappeared into the mists, leaving behind an eternal legacy. And so, the legend of Camelot remains, an echo through time, reminding us that true power lies not in the sword, but in the story it writes.