The Queen of the Scales

[Verse 1] In shadows she watches, their pride still intact, Her eyes behold justice along every act. The storm gods clash with fury and pride, But Isis is the tide that turns them aside. [Chorus] Isis whispers balance, her voice in the scales, Where power will falter and mercy prevails. She bends not the law, but the way it is read, She is the body from which judgment has bled. [Verse 2] A crown of the throne and a throne of deceit, She dresses in patience from upon her seat. One takes the form of a mourning disguise, Another is fooled by a mother’s soft cries. [Chorus] Isis whispers balance, her voice in the scales, Where power will falter and mercy prevails. She bends not the law, but the way it is read, She is the body from which judgment has bled. [Verse 2] A crown of the throne and a throne of deceit, She dresses in patience from upon her seat. One takes the form of a mourning disguise, Another is fooled by a mother’s soft cries. [Chorus] Isis whispers balance, her voice in the scales, Where power will falter and mercy prevails. She bends not the law, but the way it is read, She is the body from which judgment has bled. [Verse 4] The gods look down, their gazes unclear, For even the sky must bow to the seer. The mother, the queen, the weaver of fate, She opens the gate—when conflict abates. [Chorus] Isis whispers balance, her voice in the scales, Where power will falter and mercy prevails. She bends not the law, but the way it is read, Where power will falter and mercy prevails. She bends not the law, but the way it is read, She is the body from which judgment has bled