In us the seat of chaos rests
New Devine Intoxicator!
Fortune beneath a crown
It as a shadow walks
Narrowly along the paths of power
Balancing with intricate art
It’s wyrd webbed design
Snake eyed wisdom reigns
Isis-Mistress of poisonous elements
Devising the wand of Osiris
With the midnight sun of Neter- Ra
IS IS IS called us down to the aeon
Speaking with forked tongue lies
Of great Beasts, Typhon and the Apep
Say words of Babel,
Making devils
Out of the expanse of chaos
Rises the hand of the magus
The Is, the Isis,
The will doubled forth
And used as manifestation.
Is the eye of Ra and conjurer
Of lowest abyss,
The mother of devils makes gods
With the hand and the eye,
Brings life into death,
Pours glue into cracks of our undoing.
Bring us then to the highest place with
Your vast wings and ride us through
The desert on controlling winds,
Our shades seek perfection
In knowledge of you, of Is
Of what Is is.
IsIs Aset Ishish Aar-ti, Arar-ti
Wadjet Isis-Nebuut Sekhet
Re-a-nefer Besitet Mesen
Ta-at-nehepet Netru Isis in Per Pakht
Isis in P-she-Hert Hebet Khebt Abaton Philae
Crown of Ra-Heru, Tuat, Heru-ka-nekht
