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