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      [chorus]   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!      2x[chorus]