O great ruler Bran The Blessed
Giant king, the raven
Hark your tales of the ages
And wed your kin to Éire
Alas, mutilated horses
And cauldron of magi gifted
Your kin is gravely wounded
And warriors rally to the cause
Sail across the ocean
To Éire's stoney shore
The offering to sate them
A ruse of flour and death
O Efnysien sadistic kin of Brân
Burns alive young Gwern
Crushing the skulls of warriors
But martyred, destroy from within
That cauldron's necromantic power
A blow to Matholwch's men
So bloody the vicious battle
But seven loyal do remain
Brân's head cut from his body
Taken by Taliesin and Manawydan
To Harlech they sail
And to Grassholm Island
Many moons come to pass
The sorrows befall them
They understand what must be done
The head finally buried on white hill
Brân The Blessed
Son of the sea
Brân the Blessed
Son of the sea
Black Pyre - Blessed Brân, Son Of The Sea Lyrics
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O great ruler Bran The Blessed
Giant king, the raven
Hark your tales of the ages
And wed your kin to Éire
Alas, mutilated horses
And cauldron of magi gifted
Your kin is gravely wounded
And warriors rally to the cause
Sail across the ocean
To Éire's stoney shore
The offering to sate them
A ruse of flour and death
O Efnysien sadistic kin of Brân
Burns alive young Gwern
Crushing the skulls of warriors
But martyred, destroy from within
That cauldron's necromantic power
A blow to Matholwch's men
So bloody the vicious battle
But seven loyal do remain
Brân's head cut from his body
Taken by Taliesin and Manawydan
To Harlech they sail
And to Grassholm Island
Many moons come to pass
The sorrows befall them
They understand what must be done
The head finally buried on white hill
Brân The Blessed
Son of the sea
Brân the Blessed
Son of the sea
Giant king, the raven
Hark your tales of the ages
And wed your kin to Éire
Alas, mutilated horses
And cauldron of magi gifted
Your kin is gravely wounded
And warriors rally to the cause
Sail across the ocean
To Éire's stoney shore
The offering to sate them
A ruse of flour and death
O Efnysien sadistic kin of Brân
Burns alive young Gwern
Crushing the skulls of warriors
But martyred, destroy from within
That cauldron's necromantic power
A blow to Matholwch's men
So bloody the vicious battle
But seven loyal do remain
Brân's head cut from his body
Taken by Taliesin and Manawydan
To Harlech they sail
And to Grassholm Island
Many moons come to pass
The sorrows befall them
They understand what must be done
The head finally buried on white hill
Brân The Blessed
Son of the sea
Brân the Blessed
Son of the sea
Writer: William Philpot
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