Lyrics
The Dragons of Dinas Emrys
When the triple god is worshipped in the cloister
And the landscape has been drained of the divine
They will claim we honoured trees and stones and rivers
They will never know the resonance sublime, for
Scored, scarred, scattered, shattered,
Grass grown, ground down
Weather worn, a mossed remainder,
Left, lost, long-lapsed, levelled,
Strewn prone stone dune
Wailing winds hail Dinas Emrys
They will never know the wholeness in the many
They will never see the Word by world expressed
They have made the Source an emperor in heaven
They have fleshed the Word and seen it die distressed, and
Scored, scarred, scattered, shattered,
Grass grown, ground down
Weather worn, a mossed remainder,
Left, lost, long-lapsed, levelled,
Strewn prone stone dune
Wailing winds hail Dinas Emrys
Now is not the time for leisured speculation
Now is not the time for structured argument
Now's the time for tales through famine, plague and struggle
Trapping subtleties in lyrical cement, for
Scored, scarred, scattered, shattered,
Grass grown, ground down
Weather worn, a mossed remainder,
Left, lost, long-lapsed, levelled,
Strewn prone stone dune
Wailing winds hail Dinas Emrys
Once King Ludd resolved to crystallise all conflict
And entrust it to the Druids' final care. He
Gathered all the souls at Albion's island centre
There they felt the writhing thickening the air, then
Screeched, scratched, scalded sky-skin
Mind worms grew firm
Solid spewed from upturned foreheads
Clasped, clawed, clinging, clashing
Vast vat sealed fast
Thence interred at Dinas Emrys
There we stored the writhing conflict in its cavern;
Dinas Emrys kept that chaos stoutly sealed, and
While our guardianship was vigilant those dragons,
We were confident would never be revealed, for
Screeched, scratched, scalded sky-skin
Mind worms grew firm
Solid spewed from upturned forheads
Clasped, clawed, clinging, clashing
Vast vat sealed fast
Thence interred at Dinas Emrys
You may think that dragons buried, coiled, forgotten
Lurk indefinitely, tranquil in their lair, but
Dragons have a way of catching the complacent
Snapping suddenly before you know they're there, then
Breached, burst, boiling, brawling
Ground gashed, walls smashed
Sinuously serpents struggle
Fumed, frothed, fluxing, flexing
Worm forms storm squirm
Flailing flight quails Dinas Emrys
Once King Vortigern came struggling to the mountains
With his tattered army, fleeing from its foe
There he found the ancient stones of Dinas Emrys
Tumbled down the spur to valleys far below, and
Breached, burst, boiling, brawling
Ground gashed, walls smashed
Sinuously serpents struggle
Fumed, frothed, fluxing, flexing
Worm forms storm squirm
Flailing flight quails Dinas Emrys
“What is causing this, the rupture of my stronghold?”
None could answer, save the Word within a youth:
"Alas your sovereignty is shaken by the struggle;
Look below the soil, and face the squirming truth, for
Breached, burst, boiling, brawling
Ground gashed, walls smashed
Sinuously serpents struggle
Fumed, frothed, fluxing, flexing
Worm forms storm squirm
Flailing flight quails Dinas Emrys
The blood on these dark stones
Will mortar your flesh to your doomed bones
The stones of this tower are set in a soil which dissolves
For under the soil is a turbulent pool boiled by dragons
The red and the white whose continual struggle destroys
The state you created will crumble along with your tower
Till the red and the white in the Ilse of the Mighty find peace
The Church you established will crumble along with your state
Till the white and the red in the head and the heart
Of each living part of Albion's body are one."
