In Brocéliande's forest deep,
Where fairies sometimes creep,
Merlin, Viviane, and their kin,
And an ancient sword within.

On these bucolic scenes so sweet,
A modest veil discreetly fleets,
For the rest's not fit for youth,
Where Morgan and her lovers sleuth.

On the banks of the dismal vale,
Idle korrigans prevail,
Gazing at knights without a head,
Frozen by the time they tread.

On these fantastic scenes so bright,
A modest veil hides from sight,
For the rest's not fit for youth,
Where Morgan and her lovers sleuth.

I searched for the Fountain of Youth,
One might say I found the truth,
Morgan's taste I did not suit,
Too bad for the nymphomaniac brute.

I sought the path to find my way,
To the secret place where Merlin lay,
The washerwomen led me to Styxu0027s side,
And in phoenixu0027s tracks I did abide.
Morgan the temptress fools did freeze,
Morgan the dominator bled the toads with ease,
Morgan torments the knight Lancelot,
Morgan the explorer, from her tomb sheu0027s not.
That's how it goes,
That's how it goes,
That's how it goes,
That's how it goes,

On these erratic scenes so wild,
A modest veil hides the defiled,
For the rest's not fit for youth,
Where Morgan and her lovers sleuth.

I searched for the Fountain of Youth,
One might say I found the truth,
Morgan's taste I did not suit,
Too bad for the nymphomaniac brute.