Prayer Of Transformation (Wolves in the Throne Room)

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