On the pentecost day he would enter the hall Youth to enchant one and all To raise high a blade from the great floating stone Siege perilous now his own From heaven a bright light A vessel in samite A feasting for all eyes We are chosen ones Sangreal of lore Sacred cup of yore And all who would grieve as knights rode away For they may die this day He of the lake with his honor and grace Yearned to be the first to embrace But the chalice refused to unite with his skin Tainted by lusting and sin The youth who is pure proved the heart shall endure As he lay down his sword May he sip from his lord Sangreal of lore Sacred cup of yore And all would grieve as knights rode away For they may die this day Longing for rebirth To be free from this earth Aloft by the angels The true chosen one Sangreal of lore Sacred cup of yore And all would grieve as knights rode away For they may die this day And all would grieve as knights rode away For they may die this day