And if I am a warrior
Where is my weapon high and bold?
When is the hour of my banner
That I may raise it and unfold?
By whose cunning, in what dark night
Was I then robbed of my armour?
Harlots and thieves joined in the fight
Wounded knights cry gone by valour
And if we still are warriors
Can we overcome treachery?
Will we find back all our brothers
And end this western misery?
Only when purity will shine
In the smile of the High Lady
Shall Excalibur be mine
And Arthur reclaims the city