Cleansing

Yes, to the darkest place that we know

Outside of the rider's domain

To the heart of the wood

To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets

The dance must begin as dusk gathers around

Our skin drum and rattle

Know the tune

Jaw bone driven through

The skull of a great foe

Bested with wooden spear

The tip hardened in fire

Bathe in the clear cold stream

Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the

Mountain

We will sing the most ancient song

Spark the fire upon dry tinder

The dance must begin as dusk gathers around

Our skin drum and rattle

Know the tune

Jaw bone driven through

The skull of a great foe

Bested with wooden spear

The tip hardened in fire