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!
