Your spirit dances under ancient trees

By a forest road

On a mossy rock, your shadow lingers

You will join the circling Sun

Close your eyes and listen closely

To the sound beneath your thoughts

You will find the heart of time

Echoing the beating drum

Leave your body and shift your shape

The weasel slips into the stump

The otter dives beneath the roots

Into the depths of the earth

Past the earth and gravel, beneath the ground

Swoops the black-throated bird

Swims the seal and the walrus black

Into the watery abyss

Beyond the gates to lightless lands

Carved in spruce, hammered in oak

On the doors of the Mansions of Manala

Death is the only word you'll find

Close your eyes and listen closely

To the sound beneath your thoughts

You will find the heart of time

Echoing the beating drum, echoing the beating drum

Leave your body and shift your shape

The weasel slips into the stump

The otter dives beneath the roots

Into the depths of the earth

Past the earth and gravel, beneath the ground

Swoops the black-throated bird

Swims the seal and the walrus black

Into the watery abyss

You must turn from that door, run through the gate

Swoop as the walrus and the black-throated bird

Dart as the otter, flit as the weasel

Rise from the dirt into the light

Leave your body and shift your shape

The weasel slips into the stump

The otter dives beneath the roots

Into the depths of the earth

Past the earth and gravel, beneath the ground

Swoops the black-throated bird

Swims the seal and the walrus black

Into the watery abyss