(The wheel spins… the drum commands…)
Every strike a sacred hand
Turn, turn, the wheels obey
Through night and steel, we move, we sway
Each beat a law, each tone a flame
The ritual begins — the wheel proclaims
Rite of the Turning Wheel — rise, obey,
Spin the world, command the day
Rite of the Turning Wheel — hearts in sync
Follow the rhythm — never blink
(Click — strike — spin — roll)
The circuit hums, the body whole
Through motion, we ascend and fall
The wheel repeats — it conquers all
Each pulse divine, each rhythm pure
Through sacred spin, the path is sure
(Ahh… spin… turn… flow…)
The ritual grows — the fire knows
(The wheel spins… eternal… endless…)
