Between Avalon and the Forest

In the cold mist of dawn
An echo of a song that time has forgotten
Ancient stones guard the knowledge
Of kings, wizards and a faithful oath
Among oaks and rivers of moonlight
Fairies dance without leaving a trace
Elves laugh, plot on the ground
Secrets as old as creation

The sword sleeps, calls the king
Destiny pulses once more

Arthur raises the light of Avalon
Merlin reads the stars on the ground
Castles sing legends to the wind
Between the Celtic and the Medieval of time
Wizards, fairies, forest and faith
A kingdom lives as long as someone believes
If hope does not fall behind the veil
Avalon never died

Stone towers, worn crowns
Promises made on the brink of evil
The forest observes in silence
Who falls for gold, who remains loyal
Runes engraved at the root of the world
Mix cross, druid and dragon
The old and the new on the same shield
War and magic in the same heart

When the night tries to win
The legend returns to protect

Arthur raises the light of Avalon
Merlin reads the stars on the ground
Castles sing legends in the wind
Between the Celtic and the Medieval of the time
Wizards, fairies, forest and faith
A kingdom lives as long as someone believes
If hope doesn't fall behind the veil
Avalon never died

Hear the whisper of the ancient forest
It's the Otherworld calling at last
Between the bell and the ancient drum
The myth awakens in danger

Arthur doesn't die, he only sleeps
Merlin awaits the sign from heaven
As long as there is fire in history
Avalon tears its own veil
Wizards, fairies, forest and faith
Time bows to what is immortal
Between the Celtic and the Medieval
The legend is real