The Last Battle

Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost

Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
From the North and the East
Arthur's knights' death to feast
The last battle soon to be lost

Come life or death Arthur cried
Mordred the traitor he spyed
Smote him into the ground
Where he fell without sound
And in rage lunged at Arthur who fell

Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Of the realm of King Arthur
Peace ever after
Gone are the days of the knights