Ensconcing Sorcery ft. Norman Plante Lyrics

Shamanic altars illuminate the night

A crystal necklace circling his head

Ceasing the flow of his essence for renewal

Encapsulating mountaintop

Within the wiracocha

The solitary tree from his visions Standing at the center

Bearing the calabash he ceremoniously consumes

By fireside gathering fragments

Clutched in their hands as they recite in hushed tones

Inviting the grieving through lucidity

Leading them into deliverance

So steady the pulse of their drumming

Entering astral projection

Freeing his spirit from his ailing form

Placing every faith into their promises

Three nights of rituals sickness takes over

He waits for his spiritual cleansing to come to an ending

Commence the healing of his body

Severed from agonizing thoughts

The burning ashes fall into the shell

Hymnals and psalms rising stoking the flames higher

Arch angels called upon auras fill the sky

He feels psychic bands of power Tighten around his skull harder

Shamanic altars illuminate the night

Fourth day of suffering

Dehydrated and starved

Concealed by the cloak of dawn

Along the mountainside

To drink the stream of swill

Halted at the descent

An unseen barrier

The warnings were too late

Healed of nothing at all

Victim of deceit and fraud

There is no escape

Transitory strength fleeting in his time of need

No one can hear his calls

Visions of his son have all gone

What do they want

Why deprive him of the death that he once sought

Taken blighted

Bestowing a crown of thorns

Spellbound by this

Ensconcing sorcery

By fireside gathering fragments

Clutched in their hands as they recite in hushed tones

Inviting the grieving through lucidity

Leading them into deliverance

So steady the pulse of their drumming

Entering astral projection

Freeing his spirit from his ailing form

Placing every faith into their promises

Three nights of rituals sickness takes over

He waits for his spiritual cleansing to come to an ending

Commence the healing of his body

Severed from agonizing thoughts

The burning ashes fall into the shell

Hymnals and psalms rising stoking the flames higher

Arch angels called upon auras fill the sky

He feels psychic bands of power tighten around his skull harder

Autonomous will he must concede

Into the hands of sorcery

Credence in powers in venerates

Forming allegiance with the snake