Beholden to Clan

First step towards the highlands Oak weeps frozen tears Wind lashes upward He calls to the night unseen Hail Othila Enter our cedar lodge Atop the summit Where time is naught Flashes far above Awaken shadow Enclosed in wooden truths Eyes of silver guides Conjure swirling triskele Hypnotize in blood Ascent of spirit flows up the ravine Dark cloud specter carried by raven Ancestral fire Flame of truth Smoke of healing Impaled by self Breathe in breathe out Embers remain Upon blood of father Gaze up to black sky Writhe in pain Become the vision Become new King