Excalibur Songtext
von Pain

You pulled me from this stone,
You pulled me out and up,
And now, I′m yours to wield,
But please don't use me for your hate
Or you′ll cause me to break,
See a lake-lady take me away.
Don't fear the hands of men,
I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
Just keep your hand on the hilt.
When you are cold, let my gleam keep you warm,
It′s a gleam that′s reflected
From strength inside you. Round table time again,
Confer with your secret selves.
Your heart is in search of grails.
Grails I can't give to you,
No sword can help you to
Cut Guinevere-like desires away.
When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings,
I′m wrapped up in a shroud and tucked into a box,
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin...


When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings,
I'm wrapped up in a shroud and tucked into a box,
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin...
For me there is no war to win.

Oh, and though I felt good in your hands,
And though I understand.
See a lake, Lady, take me away.