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