The lady is waiting
She sits and she stares
She'll only wake when she's called by [bad word] Her hands are of mercy
Her heart's filled with pride
Even in sleep she protects the path that I choose 

Guide me with your visions
Lady of the lake
Enchanted is the steel that I hold a gift from you 

I will return this gift that you gave
Only to hold it until the need will arise
So lay in your water
Sleep in tranquillity
I thank you again my old friend
We'll meet once again.