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Arthur´s Final Tear
Ilusstration of Flore
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The Fall of the King — The Song’s Emotional Perspective
This song is told from Arthur’s own voice — a king not in battle, but in reflection.
It captures his final thoughts as he lies wounded after the battle of Camlann, watching his kingdom fall into shadow.
The music carries the weight of his regrets, his love for Guinevere, his betrayal by Lancelot, and the treachery of Mordred —
but also the quiet strength of a man who still believes in the light beyond ruin.
Every chord is a memory.
Every pause is a wound.
And every rise in melody — a final vow,
that Albion shall one day rise again.
Through Arthur’s eyes, we glimpse a world lost to pride and pain,
and a soul too noble to vanish.
Listen and Become Part of the Story
Close your eyes and follow the King’s voice
as he is carried across the mists to Avalon.
Let the music take you through the battlefields of his soul,
through love betrayed, oaths broken — and a dream that still breathes.
This is not the end of Arthur Pendragon.
It is the silence before he returns.
The Tale — A King’s End, A Nation’s Wound
Once, there was a king who united the lands of Britain under one banner.
He forged peace, founded Camelot, and raised a table where no man sat above another.
But even the purest of dreams are not safe from the hearts of men.
Guinevere’s love, torn between king and knight.
Lancelot’s loyalty, fractured by passion.
Mordred’s birth — a child of prophecy and shadow.
And so the blade that struck Arthur’s body had been forged not by war, but by love twisted into betrayal.
At Camlann, the brothers of the Round Table fell.
Friend slew friend. Knight bled knight.
And Arthur, mortally wounded, saw his dream crumble in the dust.
Carried by his loyal men to the shores of Avalon, he watched the sun set on a world he once held together.
But even in death, the King did not despair.
His final tear was not of weakness,
but of hope —
that his land might one day heal,
and that he, sleeping beyond the veil, would awaken
when Britain most needs him.
The Legend Behind — Myth, Betrayal, Immortality
The legend of King Arthur is one of the most enduring sagas in all of European mythology.
Rooted in medieval chronicles and Celtic myth,
it speaks of a hero-king, betrayed by those he loved most, yet remembered for centuries as the symbol of unity and justice.
The Battle of Camlann, the sword Excalibur returned to the lake, the journey to Avalon —
these are not just fantasy. They are the echoes of real human longing:
for leadership, for loyalty, for second chances.
To this day, it is said Arthur did not die,
but sleeps on the sacred Isle of Avalon,
his sword beside him,
awaiting the hour when Britain calls again.
And in that final tear —
there is no sorrow,
only the immortal heartbeat of legend.
Featured Quote
"I do not fear the dark, for I have walked through it with honor.
If my dream must fall, let it fall with grace —
and rise again when the time is right."