I have cried your name
In to night's shadows
Whaiting to be backend
And awaken to your basking
And hollowed light

Cried by Gail and wind
Submerged in the deepest oceans
Passings throw the blazing fire storms
Molded by times long forgotten as stone
So is thee name ever lasting

I have pushed on
Never did I say die
Through hardship
And misery
Your ever presences held me

Supporting my every step
Praising my triumph
Tending to my wounds

I was thee guardian
And thee was my sanctum
Keeping you out of harms way
And rejuvenated by your present

The runes were carved
With knives to bare hands
Yet you held on shining throw

Our banner was held high
Proud but never arrogant
The fortress held on and scattered all

Yet as all made by mortal hands
Abandoned toke it's toll

Now only we stand side by side
Forgotten and lost
Landmarks never to be used a gain
Or will it?

Till then my dear
We shell slumber
Until the trumpets will be
Blown again in our halls
Calling us to serve once more

For king and country
For the return of the king
Our Arthur

For Camelot will ever stand
In mans mind
In woman harts

Our scry has been answered
And our call has been herd
For peace the has returned