Tie Arthur’s shield to my broken arm, keep the iron hail from off your head

Now killed Merlin burns the sky with lightning and forward sends his many dead

As a princess I sought a good life, a better man and fate had been so kind

Till my Arthur spied greed in his magical friend whose alchemy ruined his mind.

At our coronation, Merlin tried to seize the crown so Arthur exiled him from the tower

For a while, I had the dreams that mother promised until Merlin overcame deaths power

His mind rotten with maggots and madness in his eyes he raised all traitors lying dead

And my Arthur being a hero went to defend the living first until an axe removed his head.

Mother would be ashamed to see me muddy but she gave her youngest more than dreams

Now horses rear in the mire and arrows blotting out the moon whistle out my soldiers screams

But living men have families back home and I will not kneel to the cruelty of dead things

Though Merlin’s magic makes his creatures die more than once and buzz the air with wings.

My Arthur, look kindly on me in this ebon blood field and offer me a little light

For as long as I have your sword I will take that laughing wizard’s head this night

Mother would be ashamed to see me shake so tie the shield to my shattered arm without fear

I will step out from the moon shadow of this iron hail and make dead wizards fear the name Guinevere.

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