On the night of the dark moon, I dawned my black rite gown, my death shroud, by bone beads with the calavera’s grinning their death’s grin and my bowl of sacred mountain ash to paint my face in the mask of the dead …
On the night of the dark moon, I dawned my black rite gown, my death shroud, by bone beads with the calavera’s grinning their death’s grin and my bowl of sacred mountain ash to paint my face in the mask of the dead …