{WHO MISSED EXCALIBUR?! Right, no one. Excalibur managed, somehow, to find a microphone, and thus, is broadcasting his legend for everyone on the Plane to hear. Oh, and he's standing on the roof of the theatre, so good luck getting to him.}

In the Northern lands,
The Legendary Holy Sword lies in a silent cave.
Everlasting,
The Holy Blade now stays eternally in that land.
He who pulls the Holy Sword from the waiting earth,
Shall be dubbed a hero,
And will conquer all under the sun.
With that attack alone,
All that stands before him shall be silenced.
With that single swing,
Time and space itself shall be cleaved,
Moutains shall be made,
And the Gods will tremble at its might.
Granted wings of light,
Like the most brilliant angels,
He shall soar through the heavens.
Indeed,
A hero.
This must not be forgotten,
For this is the great power of the Holy Sword.
We must repeat the tale of that legendary blade as long as we can.
We must repeat the name of that Great Sword for all of eternity!
The name of Excalibur!

( Because it's long. Again. )