Takhil

Lay the beast before the stone. Hear the sound of rattling bone. Painted face sacrifice to the gods above and below. Dagger thrust before the moon; herbal crust upon the wound. Painted face sacrifice to the gods above and below.

Set the pace unto a trance, pulsing to the shaman dance. Smoky herbs fill the sky, like the falcon we will fly.

We will fly! Enrich your soul, absorb his gift, forget the price just feel the lift.

Hear the cries! The other world speaks to you, feel the pain, don't let it slip.

Colours spin in a blurry flurry while the voices speak to me. Irridescence intesifies, they dance and dance into the sky. Lack of senses leaves you fuzzy; the spectral beings you start to see
An unholy exchange of the soul…

Green salivation dripping from a steel tongue. Serpent of slumber licking at my flesh.

Hills roll like waves. The sky reflects life slipping away.

Lay the beast before the stone. Hear the sound of rattling bone. Painted face sacrifice to the gods above and below. The bones lain before the stone begin to shift, twitch, and groan. Possession, resurrection from the gods above and below. Whip, sword, sash, and steed lay in wait of the khan. Rise again mighty leader
Once again you are whole.