Catharsis in the Womb of La Loba Lyrics

Decay, gatherer of bone
Wanderer, Mother of all

Flesh of the mountains
Bones of women
Chaser of the horizon
Healing wounds of old

Clay and dust filled marrow
Rib and broken tooth
Singing death into life
Soothsayer of the deafening night

Dreaming totems alive
Women of the wolves survive
Singing over the bones
In moonlight shifts come to life

She is the all Mother
Dawn, day and night
Priestess of the dead
Hekate, ancient Seer of sight

World between worlds
Nod, home of the Mist
Impresses upon our flesh
Ancient order of the sacred
River beneath the river

La Loba
Hear me now

Decay, gatherer of bones
Wanderer, mother to all

Flesh of the mountains
Bones of women
Chaser of the horizon

Buried deep within
Memories of primal past
Mending roots of kin
Shape shifting we emerge from ether again

Drawing in the night
Thriving in secrecy
In illumination all stand

Wildness grows severe

Hunting among the stars
Ageless transformation scars
Escape from this world
With the sharpness in spirit
We must all adhere
The presence of her odor
The sweet decay of rotting wood
A homeland lost to arrogance
I'm alone where others once stood