To the days of Avalon magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... The golden bird He gave to me What happiness he Like a star on a Christmas tree As the nightingale And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies And never spoke a single word But lived to do or die We lived to do or die Back to days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale sings... read tales of treason A soldiers legacy Blood beneath the crimson sky Fighting without reason But the crime loyalty A tattered flag left to fly... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic ruled as king moon beneath the castles walls As the nightingale sings... The branches bent Like an archers bow As he spread his wings And flew beneath the gentle As the nightingale sings... Back to the days of Avalon Where magic rules as king The moon beneath the castle walls As the nightingale As the nightingale sings...