In Greek mythology, Ischys (Ancient Greek: Ἰσχύς) was the son of Elatus and Hippea, and also the lover of Coronis. While Coronis was carrying Apollo's child, a (then white) crow told Apollo of the affair between Ischys and Coronis. Apollo was so angry that he glared at the crow (burning its feathers black) and asked his sister Artemis to kill Coronis.
The mortal lover of Coronis was also known as Alcyoneus or Lycus.
Ischys (Greek: ΙΣΧΥΣ) is the name of a global-coverage Cyprus Youth and Students NGO Youth Organisation in Cyprus that embraces Cypriot Students and Young Scientists.
Ischys aims to achieve the active promotion of modern European ideals, as inspired the ancient Greek Heritage.
Ischys constitutes the first non-governmental youth organisation in Cyprus. Embracing and enhancing in every way the promotion of the most capable new scientists and the essential and long-term resolution of problems and concerns of amounting students of Cyprus.
The organisation is in constant maintaining of relations with European and world counterparts, colleague students that seek to offer to their society.
Maintaining organised local delegations in the United Kingdom, France, America, Greece, Hungary, Italy and Germany, Ischys constantly undertakes new initiatives that lead to thorough proposals, studies, suggestions, completed deposits from capable and exempted from clusters youth, rendering the students and young Cypriot scientists eminently active citizens. Our congresses, the enlightening campaigns, the recreational events as well as the statements and opinions that Ischys has deposited before Cyprus' people's eyes during its existence, have left a vivid sign of the things to come, in the Cypriot society.
One sign of seven for the day of malice
The time has come for us to pay our depths
Seek now try to find salvation for your soul
The final sign is soon to be seen
The son of mourning came
And stillness sang it's song
The birds have fallen down
And the desert froze to ice
The rivers will be filled with blood
And the sun will turn black
These are the signs you son
Son of mourning spawned
A stillborn child will soon arrive
The final sign is here
Your flesh, your blood
Is burnt, you're dead
The son of mourning came
And stillness sang it's song
The birds have fallen down
And the desert froze to ice
The rivers will be filled with blood
And the sun will turn black
These are the signs you son
Son of mourning spawned
In the eye of the beholder
I stirred in blindness
I look for evil
Searching for what's not there
What will it be