Sucellos

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 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 Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green Thou leadest me beside the still waters Bright sun of the night 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 Where life is born Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green Thou leadest me beside the still waters Bright sun of the night Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want Bright sun of the night --- Sucellos - Eluveitie