| The Yearned-for Wherever you lie, amidst shades and murmurs, Remote, feel yourself dreamed of, And rise from the depths of non-being To your new fate! Â Come, Galahad with homeland, and raise again, But this time at the height of the supreme trial, The penitent soul of your people Towards the New Eucharist. Â Master of Peace, raise your anointed sword, Excalibur of the End of Days, in such a way That its light, to the divided world, Reveals the Holy Grail! |

Croatia
has King Arthur’s sword Excalibur