I remember where I came from
I remember my truth
Connected to the heavens
With deep solid roots
What a gift to be awake
As we enter the golden age
The wisdom of the temples
The arts that got lost
Stolen and abused by worshippers of the dark
They are reclaimed by the priestesses of the golden age
I call upon Mary Magdalene
Isis and Hathor
Divine feminine
Bless us with your teachings
May we receive your grace
While weaving ancient and future
In the golden age
Everything I've been through
The fires of hell
Got me on the path initiated once again
And I embrace
My role as a leader
In the golden age
I call upon Mary Magdalene
Isis and Hathor
Divine feminine
Bless us with your teachings
May we receive your grace
While weaving ancient and future
In the golden age
