I have memories,
Not so much more, the hills of avalon
Places, people, voices,
And blood on my hands.
Someone has said that
They were heroes,
So many songs have been
Written 'bout them.
But they were just
Brothers to me,
Together we defended
Our right to be.
Yes, the saxons were invaders,
But I wonder sometimes,
When the shadows grow longer,
Who decides our roles in this game.
Just one thing
I'll never forget,
Guinevere's beauty,
Her painful betrayal.
But maybe is my age
Or the time passed by
I can't hate anymore,
I just wonder why.
Tomorrow will be my last war, my own son against me
The old mage said I cannot die, but mages are just words and lie.
Solo guitar
Tomorrow will be my last war, my own son against me
I wish I could run away, I wish I could lie and sleep.
Just one thing
I'll never forget,
Guinevere's beauty,
Her painful betrayal.
But maybe is my age
Or the time passed by
I can't hate anymore
I just wonder why.