Creiddylad (also known as Creirddylad, Creurdilad, Creudylad or Kreiddylat), daughter of King Lludd, is a minor character in the early medieval Welsh Arthurian tale Culhwch ac Olwen.
Creiddylad, daughter of Lludd Silver Hand, is a lady living at the court of King Arthur. Considered to be the most beautiful girl in the British Isles, she is loved by two of Arthur's warriors: Gwythyr and Gwyn. Her rival suitors are thrust into conflict when Gwythyr abducts her from her father's house, to which Gwyn retaliates by kidnapping her from Gwythyr. Due to Arthur's intervention in the ensuing feud, the lady Creiddylad is returned to her father and an arrangement (a dihenydd, or "fate") is made that forces the adversaries to engage in single combat for the object of their love every May Day—while she is destined to remain with her father, unmarried—until a final battle on Judgement Day, which will determine who keeps her forever.
Creiddylad has been compared to the Greek springtime goddess Persephone, who is similarly abducted by an admirer (the underworld god Hades), rescued by an intervening character (Zeus), and reunited with her family (her mother Demeter), then cursed to repeat the experience every year. Here, the warrior duo's ritual battle for possession of Creiddylad may be understood as a version of the "Holly King" myth, possibly personifying the dynamic power struggle between summer and winter.
wait a minute
let the blood begin to flow once again
last stroke of pleasure then the suffering is ready to begin
i hope you dont think this is all just to waist your precious time
you might have a change of heart, once you find out what i have in mind
i never wanted to be part of your world
i never was part of the fabric of your world
now hold your breath and take it in to such a dark and secret place
then let it out and suck it up and swallow everything you taste
spread it wide and feel the rapture of a thousand angels songs
i tap the roof, might leave a scar, but never meant you any harm
i never wanted to be part of your world
and im so sick of it that my blood has curdled
i never was part of the fabric of your world
and im so sick of it that my blood has curdled
i dont have a fucking thing that anyone could take from me
except my worthlessness and rage
except to share my suffering
and i dont need a fucking thing
except someone to share this pain
what do you fucking want from me
its only heartache i bring
if it feels wrong to live
if it feels right to die