medieval - excalibur
This is the legend of one sword
Whose the owner will be king
The one will be selected
By the pure heart and soul
One day the youngter squire
Lost his brother´s sword
He saw Excalibur
And of the rock he draw the sword
Oh,he draw the sword
And king he became
His name is Arthur the King
Oh,the future he change
With the people he cares
Listen,His name is Arthur
medieval - medieval
She is crying there
And Iam looking to her
I feel my heart broken
I can´t get my world come true
The way I look to her
I fell my soul in her
I fell my heart broken
I m trying to make come true
So come back to me
The way I cannot see
I´m walking in dark roads
Walking in your fucking mind
So you come down
Do these things right now
I will tell you
How you gonna make come true
Just try to runaway
And fly in your fucking dream
So come to Medieval
And all your troubles gone