Lyrics

Weave the tread of our fall Blind of all flesh from your beloved Camelot It´s the curseofthe Lady ofShalott "God in his mercy lend hergrace" Outcast from the world I have become Looking into a mirror to see Camelot It´s the burden of the Lady of Shalott But when the curse falls down upon us We will burn together Under rain, the wickiest of weather And sail, pale white, onto Camelot Dead by the side of the Lady of Shalott I´ll crawl to the Sun The mirror is cracking now Silent & broken I´ve become From the weaving of my pain Curse my life & the mark of Cain For no more shall the Lady of Shalott Sit quietly longing for dear old Camelot