Calling me, it's innocence Drums are pounding underground Carved in the woods by lightning Branches show the hidden path
"By fertile earth and whirling air, By rushing fire and water fair, By spirit joined and held fast, This sacred circle now is cast"
Join us, the bell for us tolls To attend this great moment The cleansing of dirt Release this essence of yourself Be alert for this great sound The pulse of this earth
When the nighttime birds singing Through this dawn Beholding the sun
And the larvaes keep changing Winter's mourn The start of it all
Join us, the bell for us tolls To attend this great moment The cleansing of dirt Release this essence of yourself Be alert for this great sound The pulse of this earth