Gwydion - Gwydion

I’m the sword in hand

I’m the shield in battle

I’m the firm steps ahead

I’m the armor wall

I’m the screams of death

I’m the courage of all

I’m the boiling blood

I’m the one that made you crawl

Born of trees, carved in skin

Echoes through his own, heretic sin

Written tales, secrets in the breeze

The right and wrong, brought him to his knees

Single combat, steady, strong blow

From mace, sword and pole-axe, long ago

Shame rises, expand the borders' kingdom

At dawn, the pain, hears wishes of wisdom

Where twisted, round the barren oak

Clung through, the singing of an Englyn

Perched high on the tree, utter and spoke

Lured away, shifting the change within

For 25 years, we wandered the land

Wise men say, only fools rush at hand

Proud of his roots, the warrior within

Forever loyal will stand

Cunning, skilled and might sin

We are Gwydion

Riding Melyngar

A Warrior never quits

Rides to the end

A Warrior never quits

The Warrior reason: to stand