The master of wisdom The master of Fable It's the even that fly It's the even that enchant Fabled King of the World Fly free by the sky Boaster of the World Like the plume of Avalon A day Artur will be to turn Of the island (of) Avalon And like a eagle will cross the sky Knights of Round Table Sow the love and the compassion By the meadows and mountains In our heart Still exist the hope We still wait the day And that cure island Will bring the Artur (After the chorus) Someday he will turn Someday…