Salix - Bakwas (Fire in the Ground)

Now, ghosts, go all to that upper world For great is your wealth in the ground, and great is your fire And many your hot stones Hunter, gatherer, searching for cedar Lost without light, obscured of sight Through fog and trees, possessing the man on his knees Imbued with power Wild man of the woods, beholding suffocated souls Keeper of the drowned, forced to remain Eternal dimension Chief of woodsman, valuing your flesh is a privilege lost Man will never outstare the stars nor death Father awaits me Devour, I must I am bound by my head Spirits awake, insanity and disgust Lunacy, my great escape Renewed humanity I follow the creek, winter falls Unearthly appetite Mussels brim the canoe Stumbling through the pines, darkness calls The brink of starvation I am a ghost, devoid of life