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The Queen of Pendrag

LYRICS A daughter born to starlight in the winter’s deepest cold A secret kept in shadows by the wizards wise and old She grew within the forest where the ancient oaks would bend With a heart that knew the language that the mountain spirits send No crown was laid upon her head, no silk was on her skin Just a fire in her spirit and a strength that lived within She walked among the common folk and felt their heavy sighs While the destiny of Britain burned behind her emerald eyes. Oh, she’s the Lady of the Island, she’s the mistress of the flame Without a single syllable, the world shall know her name She pulled the cold and heavy steel from out the granite stone The rightful Queen of Camelot has come to claim her throne Yes, she’s the Queen of Camelot who stands to claim her throne. The knights they gathered round her with their doubt and with their pride Until they saw the golden light that ripples through the tide She built a hall of marble where the table had no head Where the words of peace and justice were the only things she said She traded war for wisdom and she traded blood for grace With the courage of a lioness and sunlight on her face Behind the silver armor beats a heart of purest gold Refining all the stories that the bards have ever told. Oh, she’s the Lady of the Island, she’s the mistress of the flame Without a single syllable, the world shall know her name She pulled the cold and heavy steel from out the granite stone The rightful Queen of Camelot has come to claim her throne Yes, she’s the Queen of Camelot who stands to claim her throne. Excalibur is singing as it cuts through morning mist By the lady in the lake the shining edge was surely kissed A sister to the river and a mother to the land Holding all the future in the palm of her own hand No king could ever carry such a heavy, holy weight As the woman who was chosen by the iron hand of fate. Oh, she’s the Lady of the Island, she’s the mistress of the flame Without a single syllable, the world shall know her name She pulled the cold and heavy steel from out the granite stone The rightful Queen of Camelot has come to claim her throne Yes, she’s the Queen of Camelot who stands to claim her throne. Long live the Queen of the morning light Guiding us through the darkest night With the sword and the rose and the crown of old The greatest story ever told The Queen of Pendragon has come home.