The Lord of the fair realm works
He prepares the land to receive
The dying and valiant warriors
Lord Gwyn ap Nudd gathers souls
He refuses to let them pay the toll
He gathers quickly, and quickly
Before a body's corruption is begun
The river Styx leads to death
In the fair lands the warriors will be
Alive and ageless, golden in the sun
Annwyn offers only hope, a life renews
The appearance of Gwyn ap Nudd
Is perhaps a fearsome visiage
But his soul is beautiful and good
