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.

[Solo Ray]
[Solo Sean]

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.

[Solo Norman]

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.