This is 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