| Forget not the days of old
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| And recall the stories told
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| Of the burnings and the screams
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| Do they ever haunt your dreams?
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| There was a time when freedom died
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| It was an age of genocide
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| The Inquisition at the door
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| The Church of Rome in a holy war
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| They broke children on the wheel
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| In the madness of their zeal
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| In the shadow of their wake
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| The innocent burning at the stake
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| Children resist a return to the burning times
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| People be wise to the power of their lies
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| Be not fooled as those who were fooled before
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| Children, oh children, be free, be wild
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| They came to bring the 'good news'
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| To burn witches, pagans, Jews
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| Said they were the Shepherd’s sheep
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| Whipped old women through the streets
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| Then the turning of the tide
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| From the truth they could not hide
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| Now the darkest age has passed
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| The Goddess has returned at last! |