Craft Of The Wise

Across a thousand nations,
And forty thousand years,
The teachers and the healers,
We are the Craft of the Wise,
The Old World and the New World,
Remember the nature people,
We who were persecuted,
And we shall be reborn.

And we dance round, hand in hand,
We are at one with the tides of the land,
We are wild and we are free,
We are wild and we are free.

But the tide is ever changing,
The wheel ever spinning round,
And in the heart of the dying Empire,
Was born the Church of Rome,
And they did rise, but they shall fall,
And all their lies shall be seen as lies,
And the world shall be free from the yolk of guilt,
And they shall be no more.

The forests of the world are dying,
But they shall be reborn,
For the wind of change is coming,
A-riding on the storm,
And from the desolation,
Is born the seed of hope,
For the tyrants fall, one and all,
The Wheel is ever spinning round.