Cleansing کے بول

Yes, to the darkest place that we know Outside of the rider's domain To the heart of the wood To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets The dance must begin as dusk gathers around Our skin drum and rattle Know the tune Jaw bone driven through The skull of a great foe Bested with wooden spear The tip hardened in fire Bathe in the clear cold stream Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the Mountain We will sing the most ancient song Spark the fire upon dry Tinder The dance must begin as dusk gathers around Our skin drum and rattle Know the tune Jaw bone driven through The skull of a great foe Bested with wooden spear The tip hardened in fire