We have to travel further on
to reach the shores of Avalon.
Where we come to hear the ring
of bells that like to sing.
Sing of noble and perilous deeds,
of people riding noble steeds,
to victories in times of hope,
defeating the hands of their foes.
The ring peels out for everyone
who has ever fought for love.
Two times for all who try
to lift the hopes of mortals high.
Three times for a noble act,
coming from a noble pact.
Four times for those in times of war,
who have fallen to the sword.
And then it rings and rings for those,
who are more noble than they know,
who do a thing from in their core
and never have a want for more.