There's a center in this circle It is pointed at heart Four are the points that call the winds I am summoning your name You will one day answer me When I'll be ready to hear Warm the wind that spreads from you wings That unfolds my fears Draw the end line Cross the end line Live and die by your will Draw the end line Cross the end line The beginning of your will We are made to burn Like dust returns Will accomplish our will We are made to burn Like dust returns We'll accomplish our will We are made to burn Like dust returns Will accomplish our will We are made to burn Like dust returns We'll accomplish our will