[Music by Sven Nawrath, Marcel]
Am I not worthy of fame and song for ever,
In the four-cprnerend castle in the island of
Where twighlight and pitchy darkness meet together,
And bright wine is the drink of the host ?
to fill Arthurs ship we crossed the
None but seven returned from the castle of the
None but seven returned
from Caer Rigor.
I allow the kings of the story little honour
That beyond the glass castle saw not the prowess
Three-score hundrets arrayed along those ramparts
With their watchmen we could scarce confer.
Thrice enough to fill
Prydwen we went with Arthur.
None but seven returned from the castle of treasure,
None but seven returned from Caer Colur
will not allow much praise to those of drooping
They know not on what day the ruler arose,
Nor in what hour of the
serene day the owner was
Nor of what kind was his silver-headed beast.
Ah, when we went with Arthur, mournful the
None but seven returned from Caer Ochren