Amidst Crimson Stars - Ancient Ceremony

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!