We are the granddaughters of
The witches you could not burn*
And the reincarnations
Of the souls you did

Through our blood run memories
Of chains
of fear
of oppression

Our veins are filled with the perseverance
Of the voices
You could not silence
Long after the ashes cooled down

Coursing through our bones
Is a burning fire
A fire that rages through
That will not be put out
That demands freedom

The fire that will burn through
Your sins giving us the strength
Of a million voices
That will not be silenced
Long after the ashes have razed

*Taken from Witches of BlackBrook by Tisha Thawer