Beholden to Clan

First step towards the highlands
Oak weeps frozen tears
Wind lashes upwards
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