Isis and the moon
Isis
angel of sight
to see
the demons in my mind
the hollow wind
scrapes on my soul
born in the fire
and when will I know
I am father
I am sister
I am father
these days passerby
held the moon
in the dreams of Osiris
and should I know
when this means I am the one
fragile visions
tore at my spirit
I am the one who loves you
tore from the beginning
Set the one who cries
this child of the star
touching the dead
with nothing but a scar
I am father
I am sister
I am father
who shall pray when we die
