Dark is rising, light is fading,
Dark is growing, light is dying.

Dark is rising. All is lost.
Soon Light will die.

Yet here is hope.
Young Arthur riding from Camelot
with an army of one thousand more.

Dark is rising. All is lost.
Soon Light will die.

Two meet in an open field, only one comes out.

Dark is rising. All is lost.
Soon Light will die.

Thy winner shows his face at last, hurrah.
Arthur is the victor.

Dark is fading, Light is rising,
Dark is dying, Light is growing.