Calling me, it's innocencenDrums are pounding undergroundnCarved in the woods by lightningnBranches show the hidden pathnnBy fertile earth and whirling air,nby rushing fire and water fair,nby spirit joined and held fast,nthis sacred circle now is castnnJoin us, the bell for us tollsnTo attend this great momentnThe cleansing of dirtnRelease this essence of yourselfnBe alert for this great soundnThe pulse of this earthnnWhen the nighttime birds singingnThrough this dawnnBeholding the sunnnAnd the larvaes keep changingnWinter's mournnThe start of it allnnJoin us, the bell for us tollsnTo attend this great momentnThe cleansing of dirtnRelease this essence of yourselfnBe alert for this great soundnThe pulse of this earth