Trapped inside of a world of hate; Confusions nothing new;

Defending at your country’s side; And the soldier next to you;

Freedom is your peace of mind; And a piece of what is true;

Survival is your only mode; In the blood that flows through you;

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You Wiccan Soldiers; So silently you hold your faith;

In darkness, you hold her; The rising sun fills you with strength;

You Wiccan Soldiers; The Goddess holds you in her grace;

And when you’re fighting; The God he flows within your veins;

Far from home in a foreign land; Your weapons at your side;

Pentacle rests on your chest; Let the Mighty Ones inside;

Do as you Will and harm ye none; May be our sacred vow;

But that don’t work under this sun; Survival’s here and now;

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When you lay your head to rest; And a chill runs down your spine;

Turn your eyes up to the moon; And know she’s by your side;

Hold you tight in her embrace; And warm your very soul;

The Horned One guides your inner fears; And together you raise hell;

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