On the pentecost day he would enter the hall
Youth to enchant one and all
Youth to enchant one and all
To raise high a blade from the great floating stone
Siege perilous now his own
From heaven a bright light
A vessel in samite
A feasting for all eyes
We are chosen ones
Sangreal of lore
Sacred cup of yore
And all who would grieve as knights rode away
For they may die this day
He of the lake with his honor and grace
Yearned to be the first to embrace
But the chalice refused to unite with his skin
Tainted by lusting and sin
The youth who is pure proved the heart shall endure
As he lay down his sword
May he sip from his lord
Sangreal of lore
Sacred cup of yore
And all would grieve as knights rode away
For they may die this day
Longing for rebirth
To be free from this earth
Aloft by the angels
The true chosen one
Sangreal of lore
Sacred cup of yore
And all would grieve as knights rode away
For they may die this day
And all would grieve as knights rode away
For they may die this day
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