Hickory, birch and willow Oak, ash, and thorn Holly, hazel, rowan Are the nine where the flame is born Those of you who gather here Bear wounds that never healed Festered and forgotten Blood stained and congealed
Souls with horrid secrets Bodies that can't feel Love is just a faerie tale Only pain is real Your lips are sealed in silence With the needs you cannot speak You want to heal the violence But you all fear what you seek
Oh-victims of a wrong desire Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire Crawl up on your knees and scream my name You've summoned me before you Just reach out and touch my flame
Bridget or Osiris Michael, Uriel Conjure me by any name To disenchant this spell The hatred lashing at your soul That forces you to pray To heal will cost a painful toll To frighten you away
Oh-victims of a wrong desire Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire Crawl up on your knees and scream my name You've summoned me before you Just reach out and touch my flame
I offer up an answer To end your nightmare days In Perfect Truth with Perfect Love We'll light a holy blaze Summon all your suffering Set and burn my seal Stare at truth unblinking To hurt and then to heal
Heal the wound Sear the pain Let the tears fall down like rain If to thine own self be true Nothing can have power over you No one can have power over you Oh-victims of a wrong desire Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire Crawl up on your knees and scream my name You've summoned me before you Just reach out and touch my flame
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