We are the children of Odin,
His wings and winds,
His thought and memory,
His prophecy in the shadows.
We are the children of Bran,
His hopes and fears,
His breath and sighs,
His heart torn apart by grief.
We are the children of Morrigan,
Her passions and wrath,
Her sight and hearing,
Her spirit untamed and free.
We are the children of Gwyn,
His voice and eyes,
His wisdom and wit,
His cloak of darkness and mist.
We are the children of Lugh,
His power and glory,
His healing and knowledge,
His courage of fire and ice.
We are the children of Nuada,
His paths and ways,
His words and storms,
His cries on the wind.
We are the children of Crom,
His sentinels and guards,
His messengers and guides,
His mind soaring high.
We are the children of Branwen,
Her pain and strength
Her tears and loss,
Her will broken by men
We are the children of yore,
Darkness and light,
Wings of wisdom,
Lords of the sky.
We are ravens.
Into the Unknown 