Lyrics 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
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