Heading down the path to destiny
With vicious hounds in tow
The taste of victory is growing stronger
More than ever before
The corpse count is rising
Gwyn ap nudd only stops
To sharpen his blade
Even a massive sword of high quality
Dulls on the bones of thousands of men

The canine companions of the new king
Increase the death count by tenfold
Their vicious bites hotter than
A blacksmith's cinder
Melting through the strongest opposing armors
Like a scythe through a meadow
Entering the gates
Of an unknown castle
Gwyn shows more caution
A massive blade is ideal on a plain
But not confined by brick and mortar

The physical act of yielding a weapon
Is only one aspect of war
A sharpened mind and unyielding strategy
Is more a key to victory
At last! The final room!
Wherein contains gwyn's lost love
But with her, two knights
Of unimaginable power

A father and son, on their own holy mission
Stand between gwyn ap nudd and his love
A vicious battle ensues
But there is no match for gwyn's great sword
And a pack of hounds worthy of a king
The eldest knight is slain and his son cyledr
Is gravely wounded
Victory! But this is not over
Vengeance must be fulfilled
For stealing the heart of the son of nudd
Cyledr is forced to eat
The heart of his father