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                                        BURNING TIMES 
            The songs are sung to rouse our anger 
            Of martyred witches gone to the fire 
            But what is served by righteous singing 
            When all we do is stew in our ire? 
                    Nine million dead in four hundred years 
                    More in that time simply died of disease. 
                    Why do we dwell on long-passed dead 
                    When we are alive in times like these? 
             
            cho1:   Rise up, Witches, throw off your masks 
                    And cease crying guilt for ancient crimes; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times. 
             
            In the face of that hostile power, 
            How did the old knowledge stay alive? 
            How do we have a Craft to practise? 
            Our ancestors knew how to fight and survive! 
                    How do we honour our blessed dead? 
                    Slavery threatens all but the few! 
                    We must teach their cunning ways; 
                    Everyone needs the skills they knew. 
             
            cho:    Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, 
                    And let your power spread and climb; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times. 
             
            I'll not cast off science's works  
            Witches all forces to Will can bend. 
            I'll not accuse, for war and waste, 
            Some patriarchy of faceless Men. 
                    Men do not cast the only votes; 
                    Women alone do not demonstrate. 
                    Rather than shut out half the race, 
                    Who, if not we, will change that state? 
             
            cho:    Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, 
                    And let your power spread and climb; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times.  
             
            I will not blame a Father's Church -- 
            Blame and guilt are Their tools, not mine. 
            And even in the shuls and churches 
            Allies there will I seek and find! 
                    I will not answer hate with fear; 
                    Nor with a smug, cheek-turning love; 
                    I will not answer hate with rage; 
                    By strength alone will I not be moved! 
             


                                                                                           1850
          

                                    BURNING TIMES  (cont.)

            cho:    Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, 
                    And let your power spread and climb; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times.  
             
            I will not hide in my sacred grove -- 
            The factories and cities yet ring me about. 
            I will not climb my ivory tower -- 
            The real world exists though I shut it out. 
                    I will not work for Church nor State 
                    Who serve themselves while they serve us lies. 
                    Nor only for my Witchen kin 
                    But for the family of all alive! 
             
            cho:    Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, 
                    And let your power spread and climb; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times.  
             
            So if rebellion means to fight 
            A State lost sight of why it was built, 
            If heresy's to reject a Church 
            That rules with force or fear or guilt, 
                    Then let us all be rebels proud, 
                    And shameless heretics by creed! 
                    A tyrant's hand subjects the Earth  
                    More heretic rebels are what She needs! 
             
            cho:    Rise up, Witches, gather your strength, 
                    And let your power spread and climb; 
                    Earth and all her children need us, 
                    For all face now the Burning Times.  
             
                        copyright 1988, Leigh Ann Hussey 
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                                                                                           1851


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