Sucellos Songtext / Lyric

Sacred the enclosing welkin of dawn



As the blazing red pours over the firmament

The first light runs through my outstretched hands

I see your face, shining on me

Puissance never running dry



Thy maul and staff

They comfort me



Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want

Thy maul and staff, they comfort me

Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green

Thou leadest me beside the still waters

Bright sun of the night



Begetter, sempiternal force, fire of existence

Sparks of life emit when you strike

Your mallet's target is never missed

No man can fathom the vastness in your hand






Sucellos

Atir aissom

Rodatis buiotutos

Celle!



The times surrender, sun of the Otherworld

The wolf's hunt won't be in vain

As the raven homes and finds the isle

Nantosuelta's noble servant



Escorting the soul

Into the darkness where life is born



And there was nothing...



Grannus' healing touch - Cernunnos' beckon

Deo Sucellos' strike - Taranis' piercing roar

Dandelions floating like snow

Witness the eternal laws of nimiety



Every single one

Is numbered

Not one is forgotten

Every single one

Is just one more in Sucellus' hand

Infinitesimal and evanescent



Distant echoes ring out, exalting the unseen

Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast

All deriding the pompous futile

That will be burnt to ashes and be washed away



Is it sempiternal, yet sanctifying

Waters and fires are to come



"They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the sunless realm of Dis below, but that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world. If their tale be true, death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life."



The ephemeral will fade, the futile will be washed away

Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered

Creation cleansed for a brand new day



Evanescent

Minor and small

Insignificant

Will become a little star

To shine for those to come