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Burning Times By Charlie Murphy

In the cool of the evening, they used to gather
'Neath 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 center stood a woman
Equal with the others and respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth

The people grew through the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies
Spells to make their spirits whole
Can't you hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling forth the Wise Ones
Celebrating in dance and song

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

There were those who came to power through domination
And they bonded in the 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 declared an Inquisition
It was a war against the women whose power they feared
In this Holocaust against the nature people
Nine million European women died

And the tales is told of those who, by the hundreds
Holding together, chose their death 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
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Now the Earth is a witch
And the men still burn her!
Stripping her down with mining and the poisons of their war
While to us the Earth is a healer
A teacher, a mother
A weaver of a web of life 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!

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