Из альбома: Smoke & Strong Whiskey
In the cold of the evening, they used to gather
Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
Of the earth, and the phases of the moon
In the center, often stood a woman,
Equal with the others, respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches,
The healers, the teachers, of the wisdom of the earth
And the 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 repeat x2)
There were those that came to power, through domination
They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people,
By demanding allegiance to the church of Rome
And the Pope, he commenced the inquisition,
As a war against the women, whose powers they 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 repeat 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
(Repeat Goddess chant x4)