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!