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Alban hefyn, on, ye brave

let us gather in honesty

through open fields

a way to pave golden cobs,

ears of simplicity

Living in this breadless world,

shadows fall above our grain

From the oven hurled

we, the ardour, scorching fain

On Fionns steps upward

to avoid older than time

Older than earth’s deep guard

rungs of truth to climb

To liars-betrayers

To friars with prayers

Lo! His breath aflame

hath burned grain and corn

and call’d the dragonsworn

His roar became

a fiery, fervid mourn

What was, shall be reborn

within the dragonsworn

Storyteller, glassy glaze,

your skin is so thin like

sugar crust or honey pace

on perpetual ego-hike

Sinister, always in need

for bread, feed, food

Sucking, licking, loving sweets

gormandizing parenthood

Woe, ye feeding starvelings

your bread is mouldy and foul

We’re not tied to your apron

strings

and will burn your sugar bowl

For truth-veracity

No truce or credulity

Lo! His breath aflame

hath burned grain and corn

and call’d the dragonsworn

His roar became

a fiery and fervid mourn

what was, shall be reborn

within the dragonsworn

Grain fields hide only

as long

as there could not be

a harvest day

Grain stood high and

corn stood strong

until the dragons

are on foray

Rise! And be yeast

Our matter is not forlorn

We’re legion,

we’re the dragonsworn

We´re marching on

with banners of scorn

Poisoned is our thorn

on the ensign of

dragonsworn

Lo! His breath aflame

hath burned grain and corn

and call’d the dragonsworn

His roar became

a fiery, fervid mourn

What was, shall be reborn

within the dragonsworn