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