within the darkest night,
The Druids perform their ancient rite;
Deep within the darkest hour,
They reveal their secret power.
A king there lies beneath a grave,
Waiting long for this fateful day;
His soul, preserved with powers of light,
Will come again to Earth this night.
Upon the evening of Samhain,
The king will be a mortal again:
He promised to help in our hour of need,
And so his wise words we will heed . . .
All hail Arthur Rex.