Ceridwen and Taliesin – Damh The Bard – letras

Silver moonlight dancesFrom the mist of Tegid’s shoreA lady looks upon her sonLike many times beforeA she touches his faceFingers wet with the tears fallingHer daughter stands beside herThe fairest in the landHow her son became so cursedShe cannot understandBut this mother’s love is a strongAs her heart is beatingAnd she calls to the EarthAnd the Earth hears her callingHigh up in the mountainsDinas Afferaon stands tallAll magic and all mysteriesAre held within these wallsSo she walks to the doorAs she does the door it opensTeach to me the mysteryOf the Cauldron’s BrewLet Utter Darkness give way to lightAnd be reborn anewThen the Awen will shineFrom the brow of the Eagle of the SeaAnd all will know his nameFrom this land to the People of the SidheThe lady sets the cauldron’s fireTended by the handOf Gwion Bach the innocentAnd Morda the blind manWho reached out his handPlace more woodKeep the cauldron boilingThen Morda he fell asleepAlas he din’t seeWood upon wood was addedThe inferno was the keyTo unlock the doorsOf the Awen’s greatest mysteryThree drops, burning skinAnd it’s Gwion how gained the power to seeThe cauldron cracks, the poison seepsSlowly across the landTo kill the horses of GaranhirBy the lakeshore where they standDrinking and not knowing their fateAs a hare runs fast across the landCeridwen, CeridwenLady of the CauldronCome see what they have doneStolen your Cauldron’s powerAnd betrayed your only soEyes wide, lips curlAnger on your faceChange your shape now ladyBe the hound, begin the chaseI shall be a running hairWith sorrow and with mickle careThen I shall be a greyhound bitchAnd tear you from your skinThen I shall be a flying wrenThe King of Birds, the King of MenThen I shall be a falcon greyAnd tear you from your skinThen I shall be a salmon sleekDarting through a shallow creekThen I shall be an otter bitchAnd rest you from your skinI shall be a grain beneath the sunAnd you will never know which oneThen I shall be a great black henAnd take you deep withinNow you may be forgiven to thinkMy tale is over and downBut nine moons laterShe gave birth to a sonThat she wanted to killBut she placed in a coracle on the seaGaranhir’s salmon weirA catch was guaranteedBut on this day a baby boyCried out to be freedA radiant browShining bright for all to plainly seeTaliesin is your nameThe greatest Bard that this land will ever see