This lake is lonely,
I rise from the mists of Avalon
to return your sword, 

Faithful to freedom
for all, for every last Lancelot
lost to Camelot.

Merlin's magic melts. 
Once I carried you, dying king, home.
Now Albion stirs. 

Take your shield. Rise up,
Arthurian knights, lovers of lore. 
Gather on this shore. 

Arthur, I am here.
Britain calls. And Jerusalem too.
The veil torn in two,

We must join our hearts
and seek to make our way out, into
new heaven on earth. 

This passage, this birth
releases all that kept us apart,
sets us free in love.

We sail at sunset,
our eyes fixed on hope's horizon, hearts
entered into rest.