This is a call to battle This is a call to rise I have seen it Many times over I see what is happening I see what they are doing to you Oh Great Goddess A show of disgrace They have been abusing magic Enslaving women who came to them for protection Their empires must fall I know you Sister wherever you are. Even if I don't know you You and me know each other It's the magic by which She weaves the current It's going to come out The Goddess she is ready to return by springtime But first we must burn the land must be burnt Be set ablaze and with these blazing fires Even the night skies shall be illuminated It will be a glorious New Year´s eve A dawn of the new era Without slaves without tyrants This is a call to battle This is a battle cry
Women are not easily rallied into a frenzy of violence but I have seen a lynch mob is forming, slowly, once one rises they follow, they are joined by those standing on the sidelines, waiting, this has been collecting momentum for a while many of us have worked, patiently, surreptitiously, behind the scenes, waiting for the right moment because we could not beat the men by brute force Belial the Lord of Subterfuge was called for he is the Protector of the Witch-Blood among Women and he will never never let us fall
Once enough have gathered
It starts
NOW
