Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Make the circle, light the fires
Set aflame your secret desires
Bring the candle, bring the bell
Bring the book and enter Hell
In this circle, we are bound
Within the salt around this ground
Keep the secrets, hold them tight
In brightest day, in blackest night
The Work begins, prepare your soul
Bright as silver, black as coal
Partly gold, partly lead
Partly living, partly dead
In this circle we are bound
Within the salt around this ground
Keep the secrets, hold them tight
In brightest day, in blackest night
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something
Where we are, we are nothing
Where we are, we have nothing
Where we are, we are nothing
We are becoming something