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