See, in his flesh, in his veins, runs the blood of Uther He was born with the courage and the strengh of his royal father Blessed by the gods, child of magic and witchery Heroic fate for destiny Lo! Unaware of his birth, He was raised and trained to be humble squire At the service of Sir Key, his beloved brother Hard were the times, growing hunger and misery Covered the land poverty He is the one, the son of Pendragon The stolen child He is the one, the son of Pendragon King of the britons On a day of summer as he was wandering in a maze He found a place deeply hidden by the veils of a magical haze There stuck in stone, stood the great sword Excalibur Freed from the rock by Arthur He is the one, the son of Pendragon The stolen child He is the one, the son of Pendragon King of the britons