Mordred

Knights of the round table had all die, all but one
Sir Bedevere still live to witness the duel
Father and son fighting to death in the remains of Salisbury
Piles of bodies over the place, a feast for the crows

Last night I dreamed a dark omen
Our end is near Mordred

But suddenly Arthur threw his spear to his son
With his last strengh Mordred stuck Arthur right on the head

Last night I dreamed a dark omen
Our end is near Mordred
Face me now son, set us free
Morgana's curse will be lifted