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 make me to lie down in pastures green
Thou leadest me beside the still waters
Bright sun of the night

Begetter, eternal 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 make me to lie down in pastures green
Thou leadest me beside the still waters
Bright sun of the night

Sucellos, atir aissom (rodatis buiotutos, celle)
Celle!

The times surrender, sun of the Otherworld
The wolf's hunt won't be in vain
The raven homes and finds the isle
Nantosuelta's noble servant
Escorting the soul
Into the darkness where life is born

Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want
Thou make 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