Fearless From A Land Of Kings

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.