Burning Times

Forget not the days of old
 And recall the stories told
 Of the burnings and the screams
 Do they ever haunt your dreams?
 There was a time when freedom died
 It was an age of genocide
 The Inquisition at the door
 The Church of Rome in a holy war
 They broke freedom on the wheel
 In the madness of their zeal
 In the shadow of their wake
 The innocent burning at the stake
 Children resist a return to the Burning Times
 People be wise to the power of their lies
 Be not fooled as those who were fooled before
 Children, oh children, be free, be wild
 They came to bring the "good news"
 To burn witches, pagans, Jews
 Said they were the Shepherd's sheep
 Whipped old women through the streets
 Then the turning of the tide
 From the truth they could not hide
 Now the darkest age has passed
 The Goddess has returned at last
 Children resist a return to the Burning Times
 People be wise to the power of their lies
 Be not fooled as those who were fooled before
 Children, oh children, be free, be wild