The Harp Song of the Lady of the Lake - Celestial Aeon Project & Medieval Dreamers

In the darkest sky Bemoans the hordes upon the din Satan's armies marching t'ward The fated elder kin Squared within the temple Bloody battles to unfurl Now she has awoken Her wrath will shake the world I see the Lady of the Lake Rising up Fairy Queen at the gates Of Avalon Cries of war will ring on From the valley below All will bow before The power she holds Now my friends The fiery god of death Reigns from above Clashing evermore With squandered twisted souls below Begging mother mercy For they turn a skyward gaze The goddess of the over-world Turns the master's grave I see the Lady of the Lake Rising up Fairy Queen at the gates Of Avalon Cries of war will ring on From the valley below All will bow before The power she holds Cries of war will ring on From the valley below All will bow before The power she holds Between two worlds She beckons all to lace the boots of war While shodden mortals Toil with petty power evermore Until the light of truth has wrought A vast and mighty swathe A miser of divinity The inner realms unscathed