Summer in the city in East Anglia

A dungeon being filmed that's no Shangri-La

Well, who knows what lies in store?

We walk down long corridors

No vision ahead, with a sense of dread

At magick arts and powers

But somewhere in my helm

There is an earpiece tied to you

We'll reach Level Two

If you guide me through

And somewhere on my arm

There is the shield to let you see

All but chromakey

(It's blue)

A chance to beat a city full of Norfolk skill

As long as I'm not torn in an ogre kill

Our quest becomes a show:

To TV from a studio

No vision ahead, with a sense of dread

At magick arts and powers

But somewhere in my helm

There is an earpiece tied to you

We'll reach Level Two

If you guide me through

And somewhere on my arm

There is the shield to let you see

All but chromakey

(It's blue)

It's so real, the Levels Three, Two, One

And our hope's always been

That on Knightmare we'll win

Although few have done

From "onward" to Dunkley Wood

The three things that are understood

Are that you must find food, and you should read a scroll

And you never sidestep left into a gaping hole

But somewhere in my helm

There is an earpiece tied to you

We'll reach Level Two

If you guide me through

And somewhere on my arm

There is the shield to let you see

All but chromakey

(It's blue)...