Burning Times - Inkubus Sukkubus

Forget not the days of old

And recall the stories told

Of the burnings and the screams

Do they ever haunt your dreams?

There was a time when freedom died

It was an age of genocide

The Inquisition at the door

The Church of Rome in a holy war

They broke children on the wheel

In the madness of their zeal

In the shadow of their wake

The innocent burning at the stake

Children resist a return to the burning times

People be wise to the power of their lies

Be not fooled as those who were fooled before

Children, oh children, be free, be wild

They came to bring the 'good news'

To burn witches, pagans, Jews

Said they were the Shepherd’s sheep

Whipped old women through the streets

Then the turning of the tide

From the truth they could not hide

Now the darkest age has passed

The Goddess has returned at last!