Prayer Of Transformation

Wolves in the Throne Room 5 1 156 0
Lay your corpse upon a nest of oak leaves Wrapped in a star shroud repent your flesh A shadow child dissolves Meditate in a den of skins and straight poles A sacred fire of madrone burns eternally In a circle of turquoise and serpentine Whisper the prayer of transformation Engulfed by clouds of thujone Emerge purified clad in a golden fleece A vessel awaits built from owl feathers and moss