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In the silence of the desert, a goddess rises.
This is the story of Isis — the mother of magic, rebirth, and unstoppable will.
A dark, haunting fusion of Egyptian instrumentation and cinematic electronic production, this track explores grief, power, and divine resurrection.
For those who loved dark myth songs, ancient feminine power, and ritual electronic music — this is your next descent into the sacred shadows.

Close your eyes.
Call her name.
Rise from the ruins.

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LYRICS
[Verse 1]
In the quiet of the desert night,
where the stars drip ancient light,
I walked the sand with broken grace,
a crown of shadows on my face.
They stole my king, they stole my peace,
but still my voice refused to cease.
I gathered fragments of his breath,
and whispered life back into death.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the silence bend to me,
the mother of eternity…

[Chorus]
I am Isis — shaper of fate,
reborn in the dark they tried to break.
Mistress of magic, keeper of breath,
I rise from sorrow, defying death.
Through shattered grief, through sacred pain,
I pull the sun from night again.

[Verse 2]
My tears carved rivers through the sand,
the Nile answered to my hand.
I stitched the sky with spells of gold,
rewrote the fates the gods foretold.
For every heart the world denies,
I lift the dawn from dying skies.
My power grows in silent places,
in broken hearts,
in hidden faces.

[Pre-Chorus]
In every shadow, hear my call—
I lift the fallen
when they fall.

[Chorus]
I am Isis — mother of flame,
the whisper that outlasts the shame.
I gather fragments of what’s lost,
and bring them back
no matter cost.
Through sacred wounds, through moonlit cries,
I breathe new light
into the skies.

[Bridge — haunting, ritualistic, ancient]
Blood of the moon,
song of the sand…
magic coils
around my hand.
I teach the broken how to rise—
how to rebuild
what never dies.

[Final Chorus — mythic, rising]
I am Isis — pulse of night,
holy storm in wings of white.
The throne remembers every tear,
and crowns the hearts
that persevere.
From death to dawn, from ash to air—
my magic lives
everywhere.

[Outro — soft, sacred wind]
Call my name
in your darkest hour…
I am Isis.
I restore power.