Running though the woods, br I hear the whispers of the town folks, br Still ringing in my head, br They say I am evil, br They say I am not to be trusted. br A daughter to their evil, br and I should be in hell’s fire. br br I run far, br And I run fast. br They will chase me, br With pitchforks and brightly burning torches, br Because of what I am and say proudly, br I am innocent of any crime they may say I caused, br I am not evil but I do say with pride br I am Wiccan and I will not hide. br I am Wiccan and I’ll scream it into the night sky.