In the deep dark wood where the boar trail leads, The lost one walks.
Through tall, thick forest, sunless as night.
Primal bidding at the Cave of Cruachan The realm of she who is the
Terrible Mother. Shaking ground, hoof on stone - Stand Fast, Run Not,
and gaze into the eyes of Death! Have courage as the sweat runs
down. The moment of truth has come - The Boar has come. Torc's
primal powers wheel up to engulf the warrior. Now flowing freely,
deeply throughout - Healing, Sacrificing, dying only to be reborn -
renewed. Now you have died and live again, spirit of Torc.