I. Fanfare

(instrumental)

II. The Tale of the King

Far ‘cross the meadows of English land
Born a poor boy, his cry heard through the earth
Imperfect boy, a slave and a dreamer
Hail at the young king’s birth

Hero, legacy of ages to come
Had been destined by God from above
He never thought he had blood of kings
The stone decreed his time had finally come

The wise man had told him “Your name will be great
Time won’t stand still and the sword, it awaits
Know your purpose, the journey won’t be small
The stone offers you the blade for you to conquer all
And on this long voyage your soul must embrace
The great love of the Lord, the warmth of his grace
So may the Spirit guide you, you’re all on your own
May God give you the strength to pull the Sword from the Stone

When the boy had learned this was the time
Down on his knees, he cried upon high
Like a flash, his heart with Christ was filled
The time to draw the blade was finally nigh

The Sword of the Spirit-the greatest weapon
Sharper than any two-edged sword
Harness power against merchants of evil
Fight to rightfully serve the one true Lord

III. Otherworld

A world not known to me
Water everywhere I see
Awake beneath the blue
Thy people, they feed here too

My first lesson learned
The old man took me to a place beneath the waves
To show me a world
Where the creatures prey upon their own kind

The world goes round
And for every to there is a fro
You’re all on your own
In a world where we fight to live and grow

But nonsense that be
When things unseen
We are meant to seek
Above the sea

IV. The Journey Continues…

(instrumental)

V. The Last Plate of Armor

Satan did not wait to strike
His jet black horse was snorting fire
To a joust he challenged me
When my guard was down

Armed with lancet in his hand
Temptation is consuming me
Sneering from his fiery helm
A brave knight you will never be

Then I gird my humble loins
The whole armor of the Lord
Shield and helmet, breast and feet
And above all else the sword

Draw of blood and clash of steel
Trembling in the gaze of sin
Proving more than just a squire
Let the duel begin

VI. Once and Future King

The victories of the king will be passed through the ages
A life of exploration and success
Lying on his deathbed, he waits for those who love him
Reciting all his sins to confess

Thousands of people cry out for his name
As he holds his sword high in the air
The armor of God had provided eternal
Protection and shelter from the snare

Hail to the Lord, here we sing, to the Once and Future King

Rememb’ring what the old man told him
His voyage was long and done
The sword had guided his ev’ry step in life
The stone decreed his time had finally come

His body drifted down to Avalon
The people gathered as they saw the sight
The spirit of the king ascending to the clouds
And disappearing in the dead of night