(CHANTS)

Warp and weft The Web of Night,
From Beleu's hand the inner light.
Colur's loom toils hour by hour
Fired by Gwydyon's burning power.
Shoreward borne on Wydyr's streams,
Aranrot wakes thee, child of dreams.
 

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Spirit of life, Spirit of form,
I command this power to storm.
Power rise.   Power run;
Heed my will.   Be it done!

Air breathe.   Air flow,
I command this power to blow.
Power rise.   Power run;
Heed my will.   Be it done!

Fire’s light.   Fire’s rays,
I command this power to blaze.
Power rise.   Power run;
Heed my will.   Be it done!

Water rush.   Water pour,
I command this power to roar.
Power rise.   Power run;
Heed my will.   Be it done!

Earth sustain.   Earth endure,
I command this power sure.
Power rise.   Power run;
Heed my will.   Be it done!"
 

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NEW MOON

"Let every heart be loosed from sadness;
 Yea each shall be the hall of gladness.
The winged three of Rhiannon's hand
 One lay shall carol through the land;
Rejoicing in the silver light
 Of She the Maiden Queen of Night.
 Bless'd the eyes uprais'd in love
  And honour of The Maid above."
 

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GWYN AP NYDDWR

"Ye who would fain The Dark One greet,
Gather where the four ways meet.
Great the need of fearless mortal
To face the terrors of each portal.

Where earthly form like petal falls,
There rise His Royal Castle walls;
While heart's bright stream grows cold and still,
Flows swift The Fortress' guardian chill;
As Flame of Life bows 'neath its fate,
Full wide is flung His castle gate;
Ere breath is still'd, a dark lament
Floats free from Ochren's battlement;
Ensnar'd in death, each soul must lie
Beneath His vaulted canopy.

His Hand upraised none may flee,
Though spring's green stem or galaxy;
His mailed grasp their destiny."
 

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GWYDYON AP DON

(Brehin Cadeu)

"Gwerin Gwynedd, cease thy slumber,
See the foe in countless number;
Who will take the field?

Though we bow 'neath arrows raining,
Striken by fierce hate enchaining;
Who would dare to yield?

Loud resound Y Korn Ryfelgar,
In answer hear the Royal Ychyngar;
The Prince our blade and shield!"

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Copyright © Gareth Pengwerin 1983
 

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