Bonefire Rite

Fire in the clay Bone to the stone

We wake the ground

Under blackened sky we gather Ash on the tongue,

dust in the hand Circle drawn with salt and ember Feet strike

earth to the ancient band Call the name beneath the mountain Turn

the key inside the chest Drum by drum the air grows heavier

None shall sleep and none shall rest

Lift it higher

Hold the flame

Beat the ground

Speak the

name Rise, rise from the hollow Drum,

drum till the walls all shake Rise,

rise from the hollow We are the mouth of the old awake

Hey

ya ho Hey ya ho Teeth of thunder cut the silence

Smoke rolls thick around the knees Marks in ochre on our foreheads

Night bends low among the trees From the pit a vow is

rising From the ribs a storm is born We were ash before

the calling Now we wear the broken horn

Oh mother of dust

Open the gate Oh

keeper of fire We do not wait Rise,

rise

Hey ya ho Break the stone Hey ya ho Wake,

wake Hey ya ho Fire to ash

Ash to bone

Bone to earth

We go home