follow these words like steps in the dark
think you get to play death like a drum
think this black dirt won't stick to you
brother you're drunk on the palmwine of terror
here you're not dreaming when you dream
of choking on dirt
of being beaten like a drum
of losing your mind on a hunt, here
laid out on the forest floor
tied down with blackened sheep's gut
tied down with black root & black rope
tied down till the poison drains
the poison that's gone deep
now rise, stir, move about
follow this voice to where it's darkest
to the old black cabin below, there
where the hunters do the healing:
see, you beat your head against a wall
see, what spills out is the god inside