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In silent woods where sunlight creep,
The iron rests, bound in sleep.
A blade untamed, a fate unknown,
Its oath now lost, yet set in stone.
Echoes whisper through the cold,
Of kings unborn, of tales untold.
Bound in stone, the sword still sleeps,
Awaiting the hand, the oath it keeps.
A silent vow, a fate unclaimed,
A kingdom lost, a world unnamed.
Hands unworthy, hearts of stone,
Tried in vain, yet left alone.
Blood and war, the years decay,
Yet still it waits, yet still it stays.
Night winds call, the stars align,
The blade still thirsts, the throne declines.
Bound in stone, the sword still sleeps,
Awaiting the hand, the oath it keeps.
A silent vow, a fate unclaimed,
A kingdom lost, a world unnamed.
Time has broken kings and crowns,
Turned to dust their hollow sounds.
Yet steel remains, unbowed, unchained,
A whispering doom, a fate ordained.
Bound in stone, the sword still sleeps,
Awaiting the hand, the oath it keeps…
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The blade still stands, the steel still calls,
Through shattered thrones and crumbling halls.
They come with greed, they come with might,
Yet none can break the ancient right.
A crown of gold means nothing here,
For only fate can draw it near.
Bound in stone, the sword still waits,
Only the hand of fate may break.
A trial forged in blood and fire,
A kingdom lost, a world's desire.
One by one, they curse the sky,
Their shattered wills, their hollow cries.
The weight of steel, too much to bear,
The blade remains, the throne laid bare.
Storms are rising, darkness sways,
The silent oath still calls its name.
Bound in stone, the sword still waits,
Only the hand of fate may break.
A trial forged in blood and fire,
A kingdom lost, a world's desire.
Yet in the wind, a voice remains,
A whisper cold, a breath of names.
One shall rise, when all have failed,
The oath still holds, the path unveiled.
Bound in stone, the sword still waits,
Only the hand of fate may break!
A trial forged in blood and fire,
A kingdom lost, a world's desire!
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The storm is gone, the sky grown clear,
Yet echoes hum in trembling ear.
A youth steps forth, with steady pace,
The sword still sleeps in stony grace.
Not born to rule, nor bound by line,
But marked by stars and fate’s design.
From stone to sky, the blade ascends!
The chosen hand, the age begins!
The bells of old in triumph ring—
The crown restored, behold the King!
The lords who scoffed now bend the knee,
As truth resounds through prophecy.
The forge of time, the wheel anew,
The once and future King breaks through.
He speaks no boast, he bears no pride—
The blade in hand, the world shall bide.
From stone to sky, the blade ascends!
The chosen hand, the age begins!
The bells of old in triumph ring—
The crown restored, behold the King!
The war is past, the night has wept,
Yet legends bloom where oaths are kept.
The sword remains, its vow unmade—
Till distant dusk meets light and blade.
From stone to sky, the blade shall rise!
Through shattered doubt and ancient ties.
A throne reborn, the bards shall sing—
Of Arthur's soul, the timeless King!
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The Sorcerer's Thread
04:22
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In the shrouded glade where whispers weave,
Ancient runes in shadows seethe.
A voice that bends the fate of kings,
Echoes through time on spectral wings.
Moonlit sigils, stars aligned,
Secrets lost to mortal mind.
Power thrums beneath the stone,
Blood and fire, flesh and bone.
I speak the words that shape the sky,
Storms arise and empires die.
Through the veil of what’s unseen,
I remain in worlds between!
Forbidden tomes in hands so old,
Binding fate in spells untold.
From dragon’s breath to silver thread,
A fate entwined, a path well-spread.
Do you seek the light or the dark?
The cost is deep, the mark is stark.
Wisdom burns, yet few will claim
The cursed gift, the arcane flame.
I speak the words that shape the sky,
Storms arise and empires die.
Through the veil of what’s unseen,
I remain in worlds between!
Lost in myths, yet ever near,
In whispered winds, my name you’ll hear.
Through the ages, through the pain,
I remain in worlds unchained!
Lost in myths, yet ever near,
In whispered winds, my name you’ll hear.
Through endless ages, my song prevail,
I'm worth the pages, I'm worth the tale!
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Knights of Camelot
05:11
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Beneath the banners shining bright,
thirteen stand in candlelight.
Bound by honor, sworn by steel,
a kingdom’s heart, a fate to seal.
The wind carries whispers of glories untold,
legends carved deep in the echoes of old!
Knights of the Round, ride once more!
shields raised high, blades at war!
Through shattered dawn and crimson tide,
forever bound, forever ride!
Upon the stone, the blade was drawn,
a king was crowned, a kingdom dawned.
Through shadowed halls and battle cries,
they rode as one beneath the skies!
The wind carries whispers of glories untold,
legends carved deep in the echoes of old!
Knights of the Round, ride once more!
shields raised high, blades at war!
Through shattered dawn and crimson tide,
forever bound, forever ride!
Yet even stars will fade and fall…
the golden halls turn cold and small…
The grail was sought, the oath was tried,
but even kings and knights must die…
Knights of the Round, ride through the grey,
ashes and embers, dust in the fray.
Their names are spoken, their deeds remain,
forever bound in time’s domain!
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The Perilous Seat
04:02
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A circle forged in bonds of trust,
Twelve were called, yet one was cursed.
A hollow throne of stone and fate,
Where only truth may take its place.
Many came, their hearts unwise,
Seeking glory, spurned by pride.
Yet none but one could claim the right,
Lest death should strike before their eyes.
Etched in gold, the warning stands:
A seat for none but God’s own hand.
Oh, woe to those who dare defy,
Who claim the throne with hollow pride.
For none may sit, none may stay,
Save he who walks the destined way.
One by one, the fools have tried,
Lost to fire, lost to tide.
Yet in the hour, dark and grim,
A knight arose to speak for Him.
Galahad, the chosen heir,
Without sin, without despair.
Where kings may falter, knights may fall,
His soul was pure—he took it all.
Oh, woe to those who dare defy,
Who claim the throne with hollow pride.
For none may sit, none may stay,
Save he who walks the destined way.
A seat of ruin, a seat of light,
A place where legends face the night.
And when the world has lost its grace,
A king shall come to take his place.
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Camelot's Glory
04:47
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Beneath the banners, gold and white,
A kingdom bathed in sacred light.
Marble halls and spires high,
A dream that never says goodbye.
The knights ride forth with steel and grace,
Legends carved in time’s embrace.
Echoes dance through hollowed halls,
Yet no one hears the ghosts that call.
Oaths are sworn, steel meets sky,
Yet whispers drown beneath the cries.
Oh, Camelot’s glory, shining bright,
A city built on solemn might.
Yet beneath the splendor, shadows grow,
Secrets buried deep below.
Ivory towers touch the dawn,
Yet mourners weep for kings long gone.
Blood once spilled, now turned to dust,
Yet still it lingers in the rust.
A throne untouched by mortal hands,
Yet fate was woven in shifting sands.
Through hollow halls, the echoes wail,
The myth endures, yet truths grow pale.
Oh, Camelot’s glory, proud and vast,
A legend built, yet doomed to pass.
Though banners wave and trumpets call,
The fairest kingdoms always fall.
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Guinevere
04:21
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Golden rays upon her hair,
a queen so fair, beyond compare.
Graceful steps upon the halls,
whispered dreams in ivy walls.
Eyes like starlight, soft and bright,
woven silk in pale moonlight.
Every heart that heard her name,
burned with love, consumed by flame.
Guinevere, a name so sweet,
echoed where the roses meet.
Crowned in gold, draped in white,
Camelot’s most cherished light.
Yet the winds began to change,
fate was cruel, the stars estranged.
Whispers deep in courtly shade,
shadows where her love was laid.
Steel and sorrow, fire and stone,
the kingdom bled, the king alone.
A love divine, yet cursed to be,
lost beneath a dying tree.
Guinevere, once held so high,
now a ghost beneath the sky.
Crowned in love, draped in woe,
a tale the ages will not let go.
Guinevere, a name so sweet,
echoed where the roses meet.
Crowned in love, draped in woe,
a tale the ages will not let go.
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Merlin's End
04:23
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The oak bows low, the stars stand still,
A sorcerer bound by fate’s cruel will.
Betrayed by love, ensnared by lies,
Now silence claims my weary cries.
The well runs dry, the dawn won’t rise,
A prison wrought of longing eyes.
Chains of sorrow, bonds unseen,
A prophet lost to what has been.
Oh, cursed be the gift I bear,
A fate foretold, a world laid bare.
The winds still whisper, yet none reply,
Here I wait, here I die.
The spells I spoke, the stars I read,
Could not unweave the path I tread.
The power vast, the wisdom deep,
Yet love was all I could not keep.
If time could turn, if spells could mend,
Would I walk this road again?
Or let the magic fade away,
And live to love another day?
The forest sighs, the shadows call,
A king shall rise, a mage must fall.
Through dust and time, my name remains,
Merlin lost… yet not in vain.
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Morgana's Tale
04:48
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They speak of her in hushed, low breath,
A name that echoes fate and death.
Not queen, not witch — but something more,
A shadow drifting past the shore...
A healer’s hand, a serpent's grace,
A mask no mirror could replace!
They called her cold, they called her wild —
Too wise, too fierce, too fate-designed!
She watched a brother wear a crown,
And felt the weight of being cast down.
Not out of hate, but of neglect —
A love that kingdoms won’t protect.
Her magic whispered through the stone,
She stood betrayed, yet not alone.
The stars would bend, the winds would kneel,
To secrets only she could feel.
A villain? No — a tale unsaid,
Of dreams once bright, now painted red.
Not every fire seeks to harm,
Some burn to keep the soul alive.
So let them curse or praise her name,
It matters not — she played the game.
And though she walks beyond the light,
She wears the dark like wings in flight.
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The Last King
03:38
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A crown of gold, now bathed in red,
A kingdom built on words unsaid.
The echoes of his mighty reign
Fade to whispers in the rain.
Steel and sorrow, hand in hand,
A blade once forged to rule the land.
Now shattered dreams on crimson sand,
A broken sword, a dying man.
The river calls, the night is deep,
A king must fall, a king must sleep.
But the earth will sing his name,
The sky will burn with fate untamed.
Though his throne may turn to dust,
He will rise—he must, he must!
Betrayed by blood, betrayed by time,
A legend lost in fate’s design.
Yet in the silence, through the cold,
A promise carved in tales of old.
Beyond the veil, beyond the sea,
Where Avalon waits patiently.
When swords are raised, when shadows grow,
The king returns—we all shall know.
For the earth will sing his name,
The sky will burn with fate untamed.
Though his throne may turn to dust,
He will rise—he must, he must!
A dying breath, a whispered plea,
One last gaze to history.
And as the world forgets his reign...
The last king sleeps, but not in vain.
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Excalibur (Bonus Track)
03:53
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Born of starlight, forged in fate,
A blade of kings, a kingdom’s weight.
Bound by fire, a sealed throne,
A legend carved in steel and bone.
Excalibur! The chosen hand shall rise!
Crowned in light, beneath the crimson skies.
Wield my might, the storm and sun obey,
Sword of kings, the price of war to pay.
From holy hands to mortal grasp,
A gilded reign, a kingdom’s clasp.
Yet power sings a siren’s call,
The blade that lifts shall one day fall.
Through fields of gold and rivers red,
A shining edge where fates are wed.
One final clash, the crown unmade,
To waters deep, my fire fades.
Excalibur! The chosen hand must fall,
Glory drowned, yet echoes heed the call.
Wield my might, though kings shall turn to dust,
Sword of fate, in legends you shall trust.
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Einfallen Buenos Aires, Argentina
I write lyrics that tell stories—sometimes personal, sometimes mythical, always from the heart.
Each album is a
world of its own, shaped by the themes that haunt and inspire me.
If you’re drawn to songs that whisper, ache, and dream... you’ll find a home here.
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