The Kingsword will stand 
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
 [bad word] explained 
By the one who began it
boy's hand will grasp it
man's raise it high

Son of Pendrag
In his night of the slaughter
His wisdom
His unshaven youth will be mine

Will wake from her slumber
The lake's only daughter
To answer that calling 
She cannot deny

The Kingsword will stand 
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
 [bad word] explained 
By the one who began it
boy's hand will grasp it
man's raise it high

Brought by a queen 
For the hand of the chosen
From fish scale and currants 
And winter's reply

Brought from the deep 
By a prophet who knows
In the arms of the water 
Again it will lie

The Kingsword will stand 
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
 [bad word] explained 
By the one who began it
boy's hand will grasp it
man's raise it high

The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand
The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand 
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
 [bad word] explained 
By the one who began it
boy's hand will grasp it
man's raise it high

The Kingsword will stand 
In it's scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged
In the pools of the sky
 [bad word] explained 
By the one who began it
boy's hand will grasp it
man's raise it high