Lyrics:

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 freedom 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 is past,
The Goddess has returned at last.

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.

Children, oh children, be free, be wild.

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.

Be not fooled as those who were fooled before,
Children, oh children, be free.