We feel the rhythm in our hearts
And tread the measure of the dance
We make the sacrifice of death
Before the song has had a chance.
We sense the circle in the music
Sound of new and sound of old
Melody of broken dreams
Happy tunes of joy untold
All the creature of the wheel
Turning as the turning earth
Balancing upon the stars
We kill to give the unborn birth
Until at last the dancing ceases
For tomorrow and today
And harsh cacophony of sound
Eats the ends of life away.