At long last now I know that though I've had victory over every foe the hard price of power was yet to be paid
Patient hands of fate, they can't be stayed
War and lust are all I've known; men felled like wheat when the heather is sewn
Merlin! Call your dragon to weave me a mist
I cannot fall like this gutted as a pig in the mud
None shall wield Excalibur, none but me
I've driven the blade, that bites to the bone
To kill and be king and to die all alone
Uther, you learned too late
Your lust undid you
And what was borne of it's mine
The King and land are one
You learned too late
You were only a butcher