Trance induction Messenger of spirit Lightning flash here is black See black wings If you tread the path of demons Will you paint this whole forest with blood? Most are vain mortals They fade to nothingness So let the sun remain then behind me Faces three, joined at the crown Right between white and gold Left as those from whence the nile folds Red at front, war and sorcery Blood and flesh and nourishing meat As our living is in these reflections As white rainbow or black dontso For these are threshold forms Lightning flash And black winds Made of me