It was once said that the waters of the firmament hold space
A land balance between the corporeal and the spiritual
This space is infinite, indivisible
transitory, and immutable
Women, we, they say, are the devil's gateway
We created sin and death when Eve
She fraternized with the devil
Witchcraft, we are accused of
Possessing men with our flept eyes of emеrald
Binding them to silence with our long auburn hair
But wе are nature

But we are nature
Nature, nature

We are nature
We hear the voices that float on the air
The dead, they sing through us
Our souls, a conduit for their loss and pain
We are the birds and the flowers, the butterflies, and trees
Born anew, are we, as the wheel turns
We are the guardians of the old ways, pure and true
Bearers of children keepers of knowledge
We are the power of light the warm, soft breath of Spring

Spirit to spirit, flesh to flesh
Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit
Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit
Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit

We, the gentle goddesses
Mother, Maiden, and Crone