In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide.
Were light of the country in which you abide,
Were fearless and strong, and protectors of life,
Hidden in the shadows, we conquer all strife
We come from the Old Ones, our linage secure,
We rise from the ashes, we always endure,
Its time you remembered that we were here first,
We healed your sick, yet suffered your worst.
From time immemorial we�ve women our lore,
Cunning folk, healers, benandanti there�s more.
Were black and were white, were brown and were yellow,
Were women and children, and mighty fine fellows.
Were her hidden children, the angels of light,
Our task is to teach and to help set things right.
We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray
So you can enjoy your freedom each day.
We�ve long been your army, protecting your back,
When you are in trouble, in secret we act.
The mother is watching she hasn�t missed much.
She�s gathered Her magick and given the touch,
To Witches and Pagans and Druids and such!
The times are a changing and one thing is clear
The lord and the lady have now reappeared.
Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend
Five is the number of magickal blend.
By moon and by sun, by earth and by stars
Realize this day that the power is ours!
Pagan pride
Live it, breathe it, be it!