And so all the bright glories did come to an end!

On misted field whose mud was thick with knightly blood.

The end of Camelot, the end of us all.

Against the darkness we wearied rode,

Old and few, betrayed and alone.

Our dreams of hope of what WAS and what shall BE,

Arthur's dream, a power in our veins! From our hearts we cry:

"EEEXXCCCAAALLLIBUR!!!

Merlin, oldest, strangest friend, he too was passing,

For his land of dreams has no place in rigid thought and gold,

Or hopes blight, and he did help us on that fateful eve.

Fare well old wizard, without yer dreams,

How shall the children see the wisdom and joy,

Ye showed to us?

"EEEXXCCCAAALLLIBUR!!!"

Oh God, why arthur? HE was our HOPE!

He bids me throw the Sword into a secret lake.

But the sword is no mere blade, it is our dreams,

From Arthur and Merlin, honour and wisdom, justice and dreams, it is the sword of Truth and Hope!

And what will our land be like without them?

But here is the lake and I must obey,

For I returned once before to my liege, my heart broken,

I could not loose king and sword?!

But Arthur ordered it so,

And so with eyes blinded by tears, I cast our land's very heart into the water...

"EEEXXCCCAAALLLIBUR!!!

And...a hand arose! And as the sun set,

The light flared and the essence of dreams filled the glen!

To my king I rode, but upon a strange ship he was carried,

And his words came to me though he was dead.

"What was, shall be again! Faith, hope, love, honour and mercy!

These are the Round Table! And as long as they are, so are we, ALWAYS here!

And when we are needed, then shall we return!

Excalibur is meant for no man, it is meant for ALL!

"EEEXXCCCAAALLLIBUR!!!

And so, those of heart and hope, seek for still waters,

in the hope of seeing that prize,

Not gold,

Not steel,

Not gems,

BUT EXCALIBUR, THE SWORD OF TRUTH AND HOPE!