Pain (Band)
Excalibur
You drew me from this stone
You pulled me out and up
And now, I'm yours to wield
But please don't use me for your hate
Or you'll cause me to break
See a lake-lady take me away
Don't fear the hands of men
I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood
Just keep your hand on the hilt
When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm
It's a gleam that's reflected
From strength inside you
Round table time again
Confer with your secret selves
Your heart is in search of grails
Grails I can't give to you
No sword can help you to
Cut Guinevere-like desires away
When you want more than a crown
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
When you want more than a crown
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
For me there is no war to win
And though I felt good in your hands
And though I understand
See a lake-lady take me away...