Older than time, such secrets they've known
Gaze in awe at the stones
Framing the sky, standing alone
Circle of stones
The witches all danced with shrieks and with moans
All join hands in the stones
Spiralling round, beauties and crones
Circle of stones
Weathered old priest, speaks from his tomes
Giving praise to the stones
Offers of gold, blood, flesh and bone
Circle of stones
Here in this place that the devil calls home
Takes his place at the stones
Comes in to our world from his own
Circle of stones