The white wings of Isis
Have scattered the last golden rays
Of the departed Sun
For the Moon alone is privy
To the secret flights of Isis
To these secret flights
Of the souls loftiest yearnings
Whereto Her temple stands
In sacred witness
Isis... Isis... Isis... Isis... Isis...
The Moon holds court above the Nile
A Queen in spectral splendor haunts the shore
Her body lures, her eyes beguile
Dead lovers cry for mercy as before
And a song she sings to the Lady of Night
The words no mortal man may understand
O Moon of Pain, Moon of Delight
Let fall Thy silver sceptre to my hand
For I would rule in Thy fair name
Creations crown and throne belong to Thee!
Let woman cleanse what has been profaned:
The Moon, the Earth, the Stars, the Sky, the Sea!
Hearts turn cold and eyes go blind
And ears long deaf hear not their Mothers call
Now is the need, now is the time
Before Thy wayward sons destroy us all!
Full and bright She rises
She whose ancient glory waned too soon
Isis, O Isis
Come down from the Moon!