In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide. We're the light of the country in which you abide, we're fearless and strong, the protectors of life hidden in shadows of man, we conquer all strife.
We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure. We rise from the ashes, we always endure. It's time you remember that we were here .first. we healed your sick, yet suffered your worst.
From time immemorial we've woven our lore cunning folk, healers, benandanti-there's more. We're black and we're white, we're Brown we're yellow. We're women and children, and mighty fine fellows.
We're Her hidden children, the angels of light, our task is to teach and help set things right. We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray so you can enjoy your freedom (but humans are taking it to far)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 time are a' changing and one thing is clear the Lord and Lady have now reappeared. Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend five is the number of magickal blend. By moon and sun, by earth and by stars realize this day that the power is ours!
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