Marching on to Dinas Brân
The ravens called his name

Bearer of the Eagle Red
To Britain Macsen came


A dream of certain death
Unveiled to him one night
Incursion of the Scots and Picts

The onset to the fight

Possessed by battle lust he fell

For that day he would meet his end
But the dream did not reveal
The power of the grail of Brân


The shards still held strength
Honouring his brave demise

The druids baptised him
Before he died


The shards of Pair Dadeni,

Restored and blessed again

The cauldron of Rebirth,
Immortalised through Brân


The past no longer of concern
Only future you can effect
A single dream can make a change

Reshape the world and alter fate

The shards of Pair Dadeni,

Restored and blessed again
The cauldron of Rebirth,
Immortalised through Brân


Magic shards restored his life
Miracle for all men to see

In his veins its power reigned
What about his guiding dreams?


Crowned King at Dinas Brân
The ravens called his name
Bearer of the Dragon Red

In Britain Macsen stayed