The carnage lies behind me now,
the battle sounds have gone:
the morning mist lifts to reveal
the shores of Avalon.
My broken soul and body pain
but I must stumble on
to spend what time is left me
on the isle of Avalon.
We thought we could bring mighty change:
our righteousness had shone;
but now I only seek to rest
upon sweet Avalon.
Excalibur has turned to rust,
ne’er more to be drawn:
no conflict will ever touch
the shores of Avalon.
Fair Camelot is gone to ruin
in this dark and cold new dawn,
and I go now to seek my rest
on gentle Avalon.
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