The Knight's Dream Lyrics

We met as friends as friends do meet And swore our friendship we would keep And turn our wrath on sacred quests And not succumb to all those jealous jests These dreams of mine I do not make There was this woman of the lake Her face was young her face was old Her voice was hot her breath was icy cold chorus: She dances on Arthur's grave Amidst the ruins on Salisbury Plain In Glastonbury's setting sun And counts her suitors one by one She let fall her handkerchief And he let fall the gauntlet grief No second chances to decide If might is right and right is on our side Converted by a wayward smile he stood his ground demanding trial And I who could not raise my pride Took his wound deep into my side But all the same I was to blame I could not claim a martyr's fame For 'twas I who did betray The sorcerer's mask I misused today And only one thing troubles my heart A wound that will not succumb to art That there are those who believe this lore And conjure things worth fighting for