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
