| 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 | |
| Thy maul and staff, they comfort me | |
| 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 | |
| Sucellos | |
| Atir aissom | |
| Rodatis buiotutos | |
| Celle! | |
| 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 | |
| Into the darkness where life is born |