Excalibur

It is cold and dark to stand here

I long to be freed from my prison

By my one true wielder,

The rightful king of Camelot

Many a man have tried to free me

None of them were worthy of my glory

None of them held the fire inside

The fire which would temper my steel 

And make me better

Alas!

I feel the boy's presence growing closer

The boy's heart burns hotter

Hotter than any who have tried before

He is my master and I am his to wield 

Arise King Arthur!

Show your subjects my glory

Let it be known that you have freed me

For I am Excalibur!