Pagan Pride

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, protectors of life.
Hidden in shadows 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 remembered that we were here first,
We’ve 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 and we’re yellow
We’re women and children and mighty fine fellows.

We’re her children, the angels of light.
Our task is to teach and to help set things right.
We conjure and cast and whisper and pray
So you can enjoy your freedom 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 times are a changing and one thing is clear,
The Lord and the Lady have now reappeared.
Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend
Five is the number of magickal blend.
By moon and by sun by earth and by stars
Realize this day that the power is ours!
By Silver Ravenwolf