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