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Isis, Hecaté, Freyja, demeter, Kali, and Gaia

Tyŕ, Cernunnos, Hern, Bel, Lugh, and Dagda

We call forth the wise ones, the healers, the teachers, our mothers, our fathers

We're pagans we're heathens who celebrate them with dance and song

Earth is our mother who births us from one life to the next

Air is our father who gives us the wisdom to see through the chaos

Fire is our brother who gives us the strength to survive.

Water is our sister who gives us the memories of our ancestors

Isis, Hecaté, Freyja, demeter, Kali, and Gaia

Tyŕ, Cernunnos, Hern, Bel, Lugh, and Dagda

We call forth the wise ones, the healers, the teachers, our mothers, our fathers

We're pagans we're heathens who celebrate them with dance and song

Odin is the alfather the one eyed wanderer the keeper of all wisdom

Morrigan is the almother the dark enchantress the seeker of knowledge

Artemis is our sister the watcher of the woodlands the huntress.

Thor is our mighty brother the great protector of midgard.

Isis, Hecaté, Freyja, demeter, Kali, and Gaia

Tyŕ, Cernunnos, Hern, Bel, Lugh, and Dagda

We call forth the wise ones, the healers, the teachers, our mothers, our fathers

We're pagans we're heathens who celebrate them with dance and song

We are the children of the earth the salt of the mother's womb

We come and we gather more and more ever stronger and greater by the numbers

Our fires glow in the night like stars in the skies and the meadows.

Voices rise with the old stories and the en

while we chant the names of the old ones

Isis, Hecaté, Freyja, demeter, Kali, and Gaia

Tyŕ, Cernunnos, Hern, Bel, Lugh, and Dagda

We call forth the wise ones, the healers, the teachers, our mothers, our fathers

We're pagans we're heathens who celebrate them with dance and song

We raise our horns, swords and axes in their honor and rage.

We are the army of the great mother, we are witches and the old warriors

We have risen from the ashes forever united by the gods and goddesses of old

Isis, Hecaté, Freyja, demeter, Kali, and Gaia

Tyŕ, Cernunnos, Hern, Bel, Lugh, and Dagda

We call forth the wise ones, the healers, the teachers, our mothers, our fathers

We're pagans we're heathens who celebrate them with dance and song

We are the children of the old ways reborn to the earth here now to forever stay.