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Owain ap Arawn-music

Marios Koutsoukos-lyrics

Rui miguel rodrigues Viegas-Flute, clarinet, tin whistle, gallician bagpipe, acoustic guitar, voices

In the days of yore

The royal hunt was on:

As Gediminas set forth;

In the holy woods

Of old Sventaragis

He laid down to rest

Beneath an ancient oak

And dreamt as only dream

The men who would be kings!

He saw the iron wolf

Rise monstrous on the hill:

He heard the iron wolf

Howl like hundreds of its kin!

Tearing from the veils of sleep,

His hear was a wild drumbeat-

He sought teh counsel of the Gods

Through Lizdeika's wise words;

"What is destined for thee, let it be!

Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!"

Fear not the iron wolf-

He shall be thy fort!

And in him shall dwell

All teh rulers of thy line

And the glory of their deeds

Shall resound like wolf-song

Thoughout the ancient world!