Burning Times

(álbum: Smoke And Strong Whiskey - 1991)

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...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)

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...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)

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

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)