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, every single one is numbered
Not one is forgotten
Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand
Infinitesimal and evanescent, 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
Every single, every single one is numbered
Not one is forgotten
Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand
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,
for those to come