Burning Times 歌词

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!