Between Avalon and the Forest

In the cold mist of dawn
It echoes a song that time has forgotten
Ancient stones guard knowledge
Of kings, magicians and a faithful oath
Between oaks and moonlight rivers
Fairies dance without leaving a sign
Goblins laugh, plot on the ground
Old secrets like creation

The sword sleeps, calls the king
Fate pulses again

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 one believes
If hope does not fall under the veil
Avalon never died

Stone towers, worn crowns
Promises made on the brink of evil
The forest watches in silence
He who falls for gold, he who is loyal
Runes recorded at the root of the world
They mix cross, druid and dragon
The old and the new in 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 one believes
If hope does not fall under the veil
Avalon never died

Hear the whisper of the ancestral forest
It is the Otherworld calling after all
Between the bell and the old drum
The myth awakens in danger

Arthur doesn't die, he just sleeps
Merlin waits for the sign from the sky
As long as there is fire in history
Avalon tears his own veil
Wizards, fairies, forest and faith
Time bends to what is immortal
Between the Celtic and the Medieval
The legend is real