A long, long time ago, I can still remember
How the pagans used to help us smile
And I knew if I beat my drum, All the folks be glad to come
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But now these christians have us hurting,
All the pagans they're converting
No one's at the solstice, They're in the towns at christmas
They don't remember Odin's tales, They memorize their Gospels
The goddess will remember well, The day her pagans died

      They were singin' bye bye To the trees and the sky
      Forget our holy circles We will worship inside
      The village priestess Had to sneak off and hide
      Singin' this 'll be the day that I die

And I met a bard of pagan tunes, I asked her to draw down the moon
But she just smiled and turned away
And I went out to a sacred grove, To try and find someone I'd know
But not a word was spoken, The holy stones were broken
And the tri-gods I admired the most,
The Huntsman, Goddess, and their host
Lived in secret down the coast, The day the pagans died.