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