In the shadows of the sacred craft
We walk the path of the ancient past
With the tools of old we carve the stone
As the Children of the Widow we stand alone
Children of the Widow born of pain
In the light of Hiram we rise again
With the strength of the fallen in our veins we know
We are the legacy that continues to grow
In the silence of the temple walls
We hear the echo of the Master's call
He gave his life for the secrets untold
Now we carry his torch in the dark and cold
Children of the Widow born of pain
In the light of Hiram we rise again
With the strength of the fallen in our veins we know
We are the legacy that continues to grow
In the silence of the temple walls
We hear the echo of the Master's call
He gave his life for the secrets untold
Now we carry his torch in the dark and cold
Children of the Widow born of pain
In the light of Hiram we rise again
With the strength of the fallen in our veins we know
We are the legacy that continues to grow
In every stone we place with care
The spirit of the Widow is always there
Through the trials and the tears we hold the line
As the Children of the Widow our souls align
Children of the Widow born of pain
In the light of Hiram we rise again
With the strength of the fallen in our veins we know
We are the legacy that continues to grow
So we stand as brothers in the circle of trust
With Hiram's name in the dust to dust
The Children of the Widow we are the flame
In the heart of the craft we honor his name
So we stand as brothers in the circle of trust
With Hiram's name in the dust to dust
The Children of the Widow we are the flame
In the heart of the craft we honor his name