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