King arthur

A legendary sword of the magic elves,

The jaw of the sword is made of gold,

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with dazzling gems,

The scabbard will make the true king never bleed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the island of Avalon, with Merlin's guidance,

King Arthur on the blue lake,

Glory of kings,

The sword of stone, resurrected in the darkness,

Thus was born the kingdom of the elves.

The attack of the Saxons,

anger and violence,

The crowd of black oppressors poured in,

The shield is sonorous and the spear is shining.

A man roared,

Thousands of people responded,

King Arthur appeared,

The knights began to charge in formation.

The dim sky is scattered with gloom,

The power of magic envelops the earth.

The leader of the beast riding the wolf,

King from the North,

Lift up your axes and swords,

Swing it over,

Let the blood of your enemies gush down your neck.

A new covenant has been made,

The samurai of the round table seated,

Garth and Renette,

Geraint and Enid,

and all the legendary warriors,

Begin to high-five and cheer.

Stepping on the war horse to meet the new battle,

Angry Arthur was unstoppable.

In the autumn he became,

King of the whole of Britain.

There was indifference in his eyes,

and haughty dignity,

But to his subjects,

But there is the warmth of spring.

An epic saga,

It's blood and fire,

Wild Battles,

All for the glory of the knights!

The great king lost his sword scabbard,

In the final duel,

That despicable traitor killed the king.

Noble blood, full of struggle,

The fracture and awakening of the sword in the stone,

Knight's honor, Arthur's soul to dust,

The soul returns to the realm of the elves,

Avalon in the afterlife and the lands after.

On the blue surface of the lake,

Floating in the mist,

The Nymph of Oz puts the sword of the king,

Re-sink to the bottom of the lake......

Because of the noble blood, full of struggle.