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Thursday, 21 August 2008

The Calling


A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

From spirits surging through her core
Mother Earth made her call.
A gift of love revealed in lore
Of Ancients standing tall.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

I found the true goddess of light
As I sought my answer.
Deep within the darkest night
Saw the silver dancer.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

A vision to my eyes so blind
Led to the Pagan path.
Away from the past, a new wynd
To a place at her hearth.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

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