Ensconcing Sorcery (feat. Norman Plante)
Shamanic altars illuminate the night
A crystal necklace circling his head
Ceasing the flow of his essence for renewal
Encapsulating mountaintop
Within the wiracocha
The solitary tree from his visions Standing at the center
Bearing the calabash he ceremoniously consumes
By fireside gathering fragments
Clutched in their hands as they recite in hushed tones
Inviting the grieving through lucidity
Leading them into deliverance
So steady the pulse of their drumming
Entering astral projection
Freeing his spirit from his ailing form
Placing every faith into their promises
Three nights of rituals sickness takes over
He waits for his spiritual cleansing to come to an ending
Commence the healing of his body
Severed from agonizing thoughts
The burning ashes fall into the shell
Hymnals and psalms rising stoking the flames higher
Arch angels called upon auras fill the sky
He feels psychic bands of power Tighten around his skull harder
Shamanic altars illuminate the night
Fourth day of suffering
Dehydrated and starved
Concealed by the cloak of dawn
Along the mountainside
To drink the stream of swill
Halted at the descent
An unseen barrier
The warnings were too late
Healed of nothing at all
Victim of deceit and fraud
There is no escape
Transitory strength fleeting in his time of need
No one can hear his calls
Visions of his son have all gone
What do they want
Why deprive him of the death that he once sought
Taken blighted
Bestowing a crown of thorns
Spellbound by this
Ensconcing sorcery
By fireside gathering fragments
Clutched in their hands as they recite in hushed tones
Inviting the grieving through lucidity
Leading them into deliverance
So steady the pulse of their drumming
Entering astral projection
Freeing his spirit from his ailing form
Placing every faith into their promises
Three nights of rituals sickness takes over
He waits for his spiritual cleansing to come to an ending
Commence the healing of his body
Severed from agonizing thoughts
The burning ashes fall into the shell
Hymnals and psalms rising stoking the flames higher
Arch angels called upon auras fill the sky
He feels psychic bands of power tighten around his skull harder
Autonomous will he must concede
Into the hands of sorcery
Credence in powers in venerates
Forming allegiance with the snake