This night I'll rise to the deeps of the woods,
I'll cut the umbilical cord of my previous life.
I'll become crazy, so crazy, crazier than Coyote!
Goodbye decadent civilization, hello oneiric planets!
I'll crawl in the humus possessed by some spirit,
My soul as a puzzle in the hands of the Masters,
A fire burning inside my entire skeleton.
The evening wind shape my flesh to his will.
Transitory state between Man and Animal
Necessary to the teachings of the Raven's signs.
Right now there's a crescent moon and I'm flying beyond the horizon.
Only at East of the Sun and West of the Moon
I'll be capable of finding my bones.
I travel all night quicker than the dragonflies
And only I'm and will always be
The Bone Mother.