" O’ Cernunnos, with antler crown,
you rid us all of the ungrateful kind with new
life sown, amongst the moss, we’ve lain down
to weep, diolch for the peace of mind,
the pain you have (for centuries) known,
hir yw pob ymaros, in wake and sleep,
we knew you’d return to us! "

― , Adrift in Acheron