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
The aura claimed by the priestessess of the golden age
I call upon Mary Magdalene
Isis and author
Divine feminine
Bless us with your teachings
May we receive your grace
While weaving ancient a future
In the golden age
Everything I've been through
The fires of hell
Got me by the path initiated once again
And I embrace my role as a leader
In the golden age
