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Exiled from home, self-imposed
I seek riches in death
I hurl myself from a cliff
Yet my body remains, despite my attempts to leave
I dive beneath the lake, and still I will not die
Matem, great bird of prey
I beseech thee for aid, teach me to fly
My body transforms into a white eagle
Returned to my home, to find for years I've flown
through sky and by feather, my form unfettered
Exalted now as the spirit, I gather my slaves on the beach
They place my harpoon on the sand
And I summon a totem to stand
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Now, ghosts, go all to that upper world
For great is your wealth in the ground, and great is your fire
And many your hot stones
Hunter, gatherer, searching for cedar
Lost without light, obscured of sight
Through fog and trees, possessing the man on his knees
Imbued with power
Wild man of the woods, beholding suffocated souls
Keeper of the drowned, forced to remain
Eternal dimension
Chief of woodsman, valuing your flesh is a privilege lost
Man will never outstare the stars nor death
Father awaits me
Devour, I must
I am bound by my head
Spirits awake, insanity and disgust
Lunacy, my great escape
Renewed humanity
I follow the creek, winter falls
Unearthly appetite
Mussels brim the canoe
Stumbling through the pines, darkness calls
The brink of starvation
I am a ghost, devoid of life
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By my gaze, men turn to stone
Leaving behind the lives they had known
Crashing across the waves from the northlands below
The power of my totem-crest my enemies behold
Bearing mount to the chosen few
Leaving the dead in the wake of the war canoe
Power I grant to my favored warriors
Fearsome and invulnerable in the face of pain and death
I have become wolf-over-man
I have become wolf-under-raven
Six horns of power surmounting my heads
Winalagalis, the legends have said
Bringer of Tseka, flanked by the serpents
Waging war across the world
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The gnashing of teeth and ravenous beaks
My spirit reprieved, from flesh released
Hamatsa
Deep within the woods, I found a house
From whose roof billowed red smoke
As I approached I heard a voice call out
"You must bury him with stones"
He who upon man first feasted at the mouth of the river
Great cannibal at the north end of the world
Magician of death, covered in one million mouths
Gnashing at the hearts of all men
Red cedar covers my flesh
Searching for flesh
Searching for skulls
Searching for corpses
I must feast
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