I come from battle and conflict with a shield in my hand
Broken is my helmet by the thrusting of spears
Round hoofed is my horse, the torment of battle
Fairy am I called, Gwyn the son of Nudd
The lover of Crewrdilad, the daughter of Llud
I have been in the place where Gwendolen was slain
The son of Ceidaw, the pillar of song
Where the ravens screamed over blood
Chorus:
Till the death he craves be given, and upon his burial stone
Champion-praises duly graven, make his name and glory known
For, in speech-containing token, age to ages never gave
Salutation better spoken, than, "Behold a hero's grave."
I have been in the place where Bran was killed
The son of Iweridd, of fa-extending fame,
Where the ravens of the battlefield screamed
I have been where Llacheu was slain,
The son of Arthur, extolled in songs
When the ravens screamed over blood
I have been where Mewrig was killed,
The son of Carreian, of honourable fame,
When the ravens screamed over flesh
Chorus
I have been where the soldiers of my country were slain
From the East to the North: I am the escort of the grave
I have been where the soldiers of my country were slain
From the East to the South: I am alive, they in death
Chorus
