My name is Dylan,
Son of the Sea;
Of grandfather
Richard;
Of old kings
Of Norse and Deutsche
Frey.
I will walk these paths,
As the tree grows.
Each turn takes new light,
Each limb, each leave,
Will someday overcome
The Fright.
Of Dying,
Of Death, I speak.
For before death do I meet,
I would have him love me,
Like my father.
For what do we do as men,
But grow up like our fathers?
I will do what he has done,
And carry my name onwards,
Into the sea.
