Ancient Ceremony Amidst Crimson Stars
Silently the Moon fulfills Her Move
Amidst lovely crimson Stars
He (She) who has Wilt will reach the Gate
Through the Moon, through me, through the proud Angel
Now Silence ends, lunar Beauty ascends
In charming morbid Glance
The Kiss of Isis, as sweet as Honey
Leads me into a World beyond
In bloody Triumph I found my Wilt
Here I rule as my only God
Glory to Thee who gleams like Jewels
From Alpha to Omega
May none fall who desires
The Sword, the Balance, the Crown!
