Protected by Magic…

England is a land protected by magic both now and in history,


At the dawn of terror raised by the word Nazi

Casting protection, setting the magic free, so mote it be


In England they danced around the fire, in the magic circle, a gathering of many,


And the words they chanted..

Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea…’

From within the book of shadows,
the magic arose, and how beautiful the magic in the Pentacle glows

Earth, air, fire, Water, powerful elements of the witches, and the spirit of nature within natures son and daughter

Under a full moons light
The chants of witches, blown into the night

Witches danced against the threat of combat, magic raised to cause enemies to fall flat, worshipped and gazing on is the black Cat

As long as the Ravens in the tower stay, held by magic keeping invasion at bay, England shall never be led astray

Magic blows across the meadows of England until this day, and the spells remain of Morgan le Fay

And the magic grows upon the gentle breeze of a Pendle wind, on Witching hour, when the viel to the spirit world is most thinned

The secret of the ancients tells, The whisper on the wind, ancient wisdom on every page within the book of spells

Oh the beauty of sorcery,  under the moon of 1940, casting magic to keep England free,

The power and chant of many, chanting with positive energy

‘Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea..’