Alba s touto skladbou:
War of the Eight Saints,
Of thinner noble blood than most would like to bear
This wayward scoundrel faltered through life without a care
A knight untamed be sauntered o'er hills of Tuscany
His disposition vicious he'd find his destiny
Intent to bring salvation archangel would appear
Sir Galgano nevermore would be the harbinger of fear
Declaring true seclusion in darkened solitude
Enduring critics ridicule,so blindly deemed a fool
Wolves the only family owned
Bound to serve his faith alone
Form his chains his soul has flown
Sword in the stoen,sword in the stone,stone on the grave
A life turned holy,a life turned holy from a noble knave
Sword in the stone,sword in the stone,stone on the grave
Bound to the hill,bound to the hill & the legend saved
Alas appeared another specter a holy vision
An order from above that gave the knight his mission
Abandon all your pleasures,the mighty did demand
Only if my sword would cut through stone on command
Galgano drew his sword in arrogant defiance
A miracle the only way he'd forge with god's alliance
His steel did strike the ancient stone with sheer ferocity
The sword was thrust to the hilt to remain eternally
Sword in the stone,sword in the stone,stone on the grave
A life turned holy,a life turned holy from a noble knave
Sword in the stone,sword in the stone,stone on the grave
Bound to the hill,bound to the hill & the legend saved
Sword in the stone,sword in the stone,stone on the grave
A life tunred holy,a life turned holy from a despot knave
Sword in the stone
Sword in the stone
Sword in the stone
Sword in the stone
