All of me with Isis dwelt
Her kin my kin, her body my blood
Her sisters my sisters, her eyes my tongue
Her brothers my brothers, her heart my songs.
In distance she has come to rest
A tiny cosmos laid in nest
To sleep, to nurture
To bond and torture
As long as the gates are closed.
But within the temples we are the keys
to bring our magic home again.
To throw open these gates, to free mankind
To take back what is ours.
For now is the time, now is the hour
I am the magic, I am the power.
And as the Goddess takes her reign
The Ancient Ones shall bloom again.