Upon this wood, we cast our net,
Gleaming in the evening light.
With drops of blood so tainted spill,
We break down its wards of light.
Dance round the circle,
The elements now align.
Yew, Iron, and Copper.
Break upon our burning hands.
For we call upon the powers beyond,
Crumble those stones of might.
And with forked tongues, we do lick up,
Our victory tonight.