THE BURNING TIMES
THEY ARE COMING THEY ARE COMING
THEY ARE COMING IN THE NIGHT
THEY ARE SCREAMING THEY ARE SCREAMING
AS THEY BRING THEIR FIRES BRIGHT.
THEY ARE CARRYING THEIR CROSSES,
THEY ARE SINGING PSALMS OF HATE.
SO I MUST SEEK THE FOREST SHADOWS
BEFORE IT IS TO LATE.
MY SECRET KNOWLEDGE IS OF HERBS
OF ROOTS AND BARKS AND OTHER THINGS
MY HYMNING IS THE SOUND OF BIRDS.
OF THE FORESTS CRYSTAL RINGS.
I FLY BY NIGHT ON VENUS LIGHT
ON WISDOMS WONDERIOUS WINGS
I AM NURTURED BY DE MATER AND
THE SONGS THAT NATURE SINGS.
THEY ARE COMING THEY ARE DRUMING
THEY ARE DRUMING OUT OUR DOOM.
THEY ARE PRAYING WHILE THEIR SLAYING
ALL THE DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON.
THEY INDOCTRINATE OUR CHILDREN
WHILE OUR GROVES THEY DESECRATE
SO I MUST FIND A HIDEING PLACE
BEFORE IT IS TO LATE
I WEEP OLD SECRETS OF THE OAK
THAT SPRING WITHIN THE ACORN SEED
DEEP IN MY FOLDED WHISPER CLOAK
I BARE LAST WITNESS TO OUR CREED.
WE BEG, WE DIE , WE KNOW NOT WHY
WHY DOES YOUR GOD REJECT US.
YOUR GOD ABOVE WHO KILLS WITH LOVE
WHY DOES HE SO SUBJECT US.
THEY ARE COMING THEY ARE KILLING
THEY ARE KILLING FOR THEIR GOD
WE ARE DYING WE ARE DYING
WE ARE DROWNED IN JESUS BLOOD
THEY ARE KILLING WITH COMPASSION
WHILE THEY CHANT THE PSALMS OF HATE
SO I MUST SEEK A SANTUARY
BEFORE IT IS TO LATE.
THEIR SECRET KNOWLEDGE IS OF PAIN
OF DEATH AND SIN AND OTHER THINGS.
THEIR PROFITS ARE THE ONES OF GAIN
THEY SPORT THE LIERS RING.
THEY CALL ME BITCH !!
THEY CALL ME WITCH !!
OF BLACK EVIL THEY ACCUSE ME
NOW THROUGH THE NIGHT
IN FRENZED FLIGHT.
IN MADNESS THEY PURSUE ME.
THEY ARE KILLING THEY ARE BURNING
THEY ARE BURNING TO BE SAVED.
WE ARE FINISHED WE ARE PERISHED
WE ARE BURIED IN THE GRAVE.
THEY DESTROYED THE TEMPLE FOREST
AS THEY SANG THEIR PSALMS OF HATE
NOW I WILL JOIN MY ANCESTORS
AFORE IT IS TO LATE...................................
