| Grannus' healing touch, Cernunnos' beckon
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| Deo Sucellos' strike, Taranis' piercing roar
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| Dandelions floating like snow, witness the eternal laws of nimiety
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| Every single, every single one is numbered
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| Not one is forgotten
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| Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand
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| Infinitesimal and evanescent, infinitesimal and evanescent
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| Distant echoes ring out, exalting the unseen
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| Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast
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| All deriding the pompous futile that will be burnt to ashes and be washed away
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| Is it sempiternal, yet sanctifying
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| Waters and fires are to come
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| Every single, every single one is numbered
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| Not one is forgotten
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| Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand
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| They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the
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| sunless realm of Dis below
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| But that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world
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| If their tale be true, death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life
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| The ephemeral will fade, the futile will be washed away
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| Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered
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| Creation cleansed for a brand new day
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| Evanescent, minor and small
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| Insignificant, will become a little star to shine for those to come,
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| for those to come |