Sucellos
Eluveitie - Origins
Sacred the enclosing welkin of dawn
As the blazing red pours over the firmament
The first light runs through my outstretched hands
Puissance never running dry
Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green
Thou leadest me beside still waters
Sparks of life emit when you strike
Your mallet's target is never missed
No man can fathom the vastness in your hand
Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green
Thou leadest me beside still waters
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
Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green
Thou leadest me beside still waters