Coven
Witches we shall always be
Never broken upon the yoke
Never shall we bow to weakness
Never known as Wiccan seed
For so great our legacy
Burning pyres filled our past
Soul strewn ashes upon the land
Many others have torn and tortured
Just so greed could fill their coffers
Still, our many bloodlines remained
For they who claimed us as a curse
Who stole our ways and holidays
Who built their churches upon our wells
Who desecrated our holy places
It is they, not us who is of hell
Our lineage is still strong
Though our path has been so long
Drenched in our ancestral blood
Whose screams still echo within our knowing
Such noble lineage remains to flow
For all true Witches are of the earth
Blessed are they of our ancient sacred ways
All brother and sisters of the kiln
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