Hør den vakre sangen her.

Burning Times (Wiccan Tale) 

In the cool of the evening they used to gather
beneath the stars, in the meadow, circled near an old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
of the earth and the phases of the moon.

In the centre often stood a woman,
equal to the others, respected for her worth.
One of the many we call the witches,
the healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the earth.

People grew in the knowledge she gave them,
herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting healing incantations
calling for the wise ones celebrating in dance and song.

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna (x2)

There were those who came to power through domination,
they were bonded in their worship of a dead man on the cross.
They sought control of the common people,
by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.

And the pope, he commenced the inquisition –
t’was a war against women whose powers were feared.
In this holocaust, in this age of evil,
nine million European women they died.

And the tale is told of those who by the hundreds,
holding hands together chose their deaths in the sea
While chanting the praises of the mother goddess,
a refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna (x2)

Now the Earth is a witch,
and we still burn her,
stripping her down with mining
and the poison of our wars

Still to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher and a Mother,
a weaver of a web of light that keeps us all alive
She gives us the vision to see through the chaos,
she gives us the courage – it is our will to survive

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inannah (x2)

Charlie Murphy