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!