[Arthur]

Rising from the ocean like a fortress
from the black,
The Pagan sacred isle "Ynys Mon"
It looms before me now there's no
turning black
As my Kingdom and my [bad word] 
I'm sailing on the wings of time,
The paths of fate unfold, entwine,
For I must face the warning tribes
I must embrace and unify
Kneel,
This Dragon Isle Cathedral forged
upon the anvil
and honed from the stone,
Steel
Sceptress its mountainous steeple
Land at [bad word] but its own,
This throne,
Dragon Isle of Ynys Mon, home

Hallowed down the centuries,
through this sacrificial age,
These dark foreboding towers of stone
It is my calling I was born to this place
Where the timeless seeds of history are sewn,

I'm sailing on the wings of time,
The paths of fate unfold, entwine,
For I must face the warning tribes
I must embrace and unify
Kneel,
This Dragon Isle Cathedral forged
upon the anvil
and honed from the stone,
Steel
Sceptress its mountainous steeple
Land at [bad word] but its own,
This throne,
Dragon Isle of Ynys Mon, home