Hickory, birch and willow

Oask, ash and thorn

Holly, hazel, rowan

Are the nine where the flame is born

Those of you who gathere 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



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