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Arthur
WHOSO PULLETH OUT THIS
SWORD FROM THIS STONE
AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE-
BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN
Upon a New
Year's day
A host of knights did pray
That from the anvil one could draw
the sword.
As each knight took his turn
They found the anvil, held it
firm;
None worthy of a future King and Lord.
Sir Kay the bravest
knight
Appeared to try his might
He dreamed of being King, as all the rest
To Arthur Sir Kay called to search
And bring for him a sword
In earnest
Arthur set about his quest.
A churchyard in the wood
The sword and
anvil stood
And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone
The anvil now
defeated
His quest for the sword completed
A sword that was to place him
on the throne
A sword that was to place him on the throne.
Sir Hector
and Sir Kay saw the sword
And knelt to pray
Then gently took it from young
Arthur's hand
They marvelled at his quest
Proclaiming to the rest
Arthur is the King of all this land
Arthur the King of all this land
Guinevere
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my
side.
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere
All his love
he gave her
Fought through quests to save her
Love, showing the way.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper
sea.
Sorrow beheld her face
False love supplying grace
Knowing
Arthur's fights
And his trusted knights
Meant more than his Queen.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is
dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea.
Men in Suits
I have a feeling
That there is no love anymore
I only
want to know I'm needed
And what I'm needed for
Please tell me there's
a reason
That someone really cares
The world was meant for living
And
love was meant to share
If only I could see you
There is so much I
would say
The leaders cannot guide us
There are no leaders anyway
There
are no leaders anyway
There's a place not a very nice place
Where the
war mongers go to stay
Where the plans are lay down
To keep mear mortals
fighting
Then they plan things anyway they can
To keep the power in the
hand of greed
Looking for the gods of thunder
to supply the lightning
Oh tolling by pollitical means
Is a source of income
To the men in
suits who think they
Rule with the braun of steel
See the extra letter in
pain
To change the word to panic
There's a wound of evil
That
somehow we can heal!
Please tell me there's a reason
And someone
really cares
The world is meant for living
And love is meant to share
I have a feeling
That there is no love anymore
I only want to know
I'm needed
And what I'm needed for
Recollection
Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's
seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped
beneath the earth,
An embryo at birth
Pain and fear destroy the beauty I
have seen,
Of caverns, where no other man ever has been
Silurian epoch
hosts me as my grave,
My final bow I wave,
A life too late to save
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers,
lighting blistered galleries.
The Battle
Five
days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the
water ws indicating some disturbance.
The raft was hurled by an unseen
source, two hundred feet, with
frightening force
And a dark mass rising
showed to be a giant porpoise
Rising out of the angry sea, towered the
creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters closed for battle
Crocodile
teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their
raft's side, the two men prayed as one and cried
"Save me, save me, save me,
save me"
The serpents' fight went on for hours, two monsters soaring up
like towers
And driving downn to the depths in a single motion
Suddenly,
the serpent's head, shot out of the water bathed in red
And the serpentine
form lay lifeless on the ocean
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye
stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the
Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God."
The Forest
Journey on through ages gone, to the centre
of the earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth
Burial
ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time
unknown, I wonder where he's been
Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's
been, wonder where he's been
The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in
our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light
Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric
world, for you and I a dream
Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides
their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere
Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
Hidden deep
below our earth, a frightening, bygone age
Their shepherd came, now long
extinct, a huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just turned
as one and ran.
The Journey
By horse, by
rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side
Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic laair,
One star for us to share,
We continue on our prayer.
Crystals of opaque
quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered
galleries.
Sir Galahad
Taken from the castle
feast
To an
abbey in the East
Three knights stood in pride as one
Lancelot beheld his
son.
Arthur's court he bade him come
Galahad his bastard son
Battles
soon for him to fight
Blessed his youthful son a knight.
Arthur and the
knights marvelous stone
Floating upon the river alone
Pointing from the
rock
The sword shining bright
Glittering jewels, shimmering light.
Pull
me, pull me, pull me, pull me.
Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone
To wear by his side
Each knight took his turn
Brave to the last
Faced
with the sword remaining fast.
Arthur called a knight young Galahad
Saw in
his sheath no sword he had
Took him where the sword
Held by the stone
Offered him there to make it his own.
Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.
He fell on his knees
to pull out the hilt
And drew it with ease
The
dolorous stroke it was struck with pride
The sword it was hung by Sir
Gawain's side.
The Prisoner
The shadow of the
noose grew long
A sun dial of the time
The prisoner had left to live
A self inflicted
crime
To pay with death for pain he gave
To those he soon will meet
The
rope hung loosely round his neck
The Devil at his feet
"You shall
hang," said the judge,
For your presence here on earth,
is no use for
those who wish to live in peace.
Your evil is forever.
"You shall hang",
said the judge.
"You shall hang,
You shall hang,
You shall hang."
The hangman checked the rope
Aware the prisoner was afraid
The
preacher softly praying
To Our Lord his soul to save
The blindfold placed
around his eyes
An unlit funeral pyre
The hangman pulled the lever
He
heard an astral choir
One man's life has cost another
You shall not
lie in sacred ground
The time has come to meet your Maker
Down on earth,
they heard no sound
Your evil is for ever,
"You shall hang," said the
judge.
All earthly life in you has ceased.
He tried to call out to the
Maker
On no earthly soil he fell
The Maker motioned all around
He felt
his soul dragged down to Hell
He saw the man that he had murdered
People
he had pained on earth
Of souls returning reincarnate
No hope for his
rebirth
"You shall hang", said the Maker,
For your presence on our
planes,
Is no use for those who wish to rest in peace.
Your evil is
for ever,
"You shall hang", said the Maker
You shall hang,
You shall
hang. You shall hang.
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László Zoltán 2011
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