The Gate of Isis


When the sun is hidden and hope is low
Those who were pushed through the door
Come back through the window.

The ruler is lonely they think
The palace looks inviting.

The captains have been sent away
To death fields that proved fatal,

Denethor eats the cherries.
This is the hour of the jackal
Everything looks quite normal.

In shadows of swirling mist
The devil raises his fist