My heart cries for the greatest one.
I'll wrap his pale flesh in black.
Oh, Cynddylan, warrior of gods.

Night is dark, no fire or lights.
Gods inside us, hear his cry.
Leave, lads, this well of memories.


Our lament will cross the time
Now, my brothers, for this man

Sword and fist on air
Let's sing for his soul to save


Empty walls are tearing us.
None will ever hear his laugh
None will ever see his courage in war.

But don't fear, my lads.
True Cynddylan's fallen,
We're still here.

so carry on
And death to the enemy


Our lament will cross the time
Now, my brothers, for this man
Sword and fist on air

Let's sing for his soul to save

Let's sing for his soul to save