The Haunted Shores of Avalon Cradle of Filth (Ft. Conrad Lant)

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned
And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name
Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings

These are the shores whereto my soul
Blood-drenched and unredeemed
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
And tranquil as a dream

From the woods Pendragon-born i rose Arcturius
A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust
Death and fate undaunted me, i drew a throne divided
Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided
Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
And now i lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought

From wounds a traitor wrought....

I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot
How bittersweet my triumphs seem
Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost
Morganna art thou near me?
My strength wilts near a grave
Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp
Of Naiad 'neath the silvered lake