Eluveitie - Inception lyrics
Eluveitie [Chrigel Glanzmann, Kay Brem, Rafael Salzmann, Matteo Sisti, Jonas Wolf, Alain Ackermann, Fabienne Erni, Lea-Sophie Fischer] Winterthur, Zürich, Switzerland 🇨🇭
[Eluveitie - Inception lyrics]
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
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