Where Evil Rides

Wake up and pack your belongings
For our plan has failed
We made our way into Annuvin, yet to no avail
The cauldron is gone from the dark halls
And Arawn's in hate
Who stole it to nobody is known
New plans must be made.

Ride off to Caer Cadarn, hold council again
We must find the cauldron, searching all the lands
Beware Arawn's huntsmen, they'll be on our heels
Heed my words and warnings, darkness never kneels.

I will not run but stand as a man
Your hearts lack courage but I'll not give in
For all the glory that is in this quest
I'll give my life, never rest.

Where evil rides we must follow
Or there will be no tomorrow
Where has the black cauldron gone
The spies of Arawn will blacken the sun

Huntsmen come
And now there will be no retreating
We can't run
Gurgi fights with bruises and beatings
Do not slay
If one is killed his strength
Will be gained by his unholy friends
No mercy
We cannot win, we are outnumbered
We must flee
Evil has woken from its slumber
Far away
Though we managed to outrun them
We'll never know where this ends.

Hear what the fair folk discovered
The cauldron is there, deep in the marshes of Morva
Where no man would dare
Orddu and Orwen and Orgoch, enchantresses old
It's in their hands pale and wicked
Won't trade it for gold.

What are we to do now, go seek the cauldron
Or to Caer Cadarn to unite with Gwydion
This is a decision which I will not make
But follow you, Taran, either road you'll take
So to the marshes leads our way
We can't allow further delay.

So be it, with you we will be
As long as my eyes can see
Huntsmen come
Again they found us, no more flying
We can't run
This time we must fight, no denying
Stand and slay
Though this is the last day I will see I will never give in.

Dreams come true
They'll lead the huntsmen away from us
For me and you
Go on and do not mourn this loss
To this day
I knew that it would happen just like in all my dreams
I have seen
You'll lead them on, what I owned shall be thine
Bear this brooch well and you'll know in due time
Carry its secrets close to your heart.

Thus we mourn the loss of the greatest of bards
On we must march, Morva awaits
Through all the wind and storm
We will enter the witches' gates
Ellidyr.

Poor prince vanished before the fighting
Where is he
He left to gain honour in finding
Lost in pride
Poor Gurgi and his poor and tender head
Shall not miss him at all.

Dreams at night
The brooch it speaks to me so gently, on we ride
Through lands I've never seen so pretty, side by side
The marshes must be near
I can hear the cauldron's call.