A goddess in name, a goddess in appearance
That's what she is, that's what she Isis
Her body created through collision of the eternal moon
and the brightest stars, a stunning spectre of colours and lights
Her face shaped by divine hands, modelled with love and patience
out of such delicate matter, to hold its beauty everlasting
And when she talks a choir of tiny birds and butterflies fills the room with its sweetest melodies
And when she smiles a ray of dazzling sunlight brightens even the most darkest places in the most unbearable depths of my soul
And when she moves, she moves like a goddess,
And when she laughs, she laughs like a goddess
A goddess in name, a goddess in appearance
'Cause that's what she is, that's what she Isis
How stupid and blinded am I to think she'll ever be mine
Me in my mortal body, me in my deceiving mind, me in my childish foolishness
A goddess can't be reached, a goddess can't be leashed
A goddess just sits on her heavenly throne and plays her premeditated games on easy preys
Feeding on their feelings, enjoying their distress,
And while devouring them already looking for the next...