Where the ravens screamed over blood

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