| I’m the sword in hand
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| I’m the shield in battle
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| I’m the firm steps ahead
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| I’m the armor wall
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| I’m the screams of death
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| I’m the courage of all
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| I’m the boiling blood
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| I’m the one that made you crawl
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| Born of trees, carved in skin
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| Echoes through his own, heretic sin
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| Written tales, secrets in the breeze
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| The right and wrong, brought him to his knees
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| Single combat, steady, strong blow
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| From mace, sword and pole-axe, long ago
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| Shame rises, expand the borders' kingdom
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| At dawn, the pain, hears wishes of wisdom
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| Where twisted, round the barren oak
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| Clung through, the singing of an Englyn
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| Perched high on the tree, utter and spoke
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| Lured away, shifting the change within
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| For 25 years, we wandered the land
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| Wise men say, only fools rush at hand
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| Proud of his roots, the warrior within
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| Forever loyal will stand
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| Cunning, skilled and might sin
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| We are Gwydion
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| Riding Melyngar
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| A Warrior never quits
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| Rides to the end
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| A Warrior never quits
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| The Warrior reason: to stand |