The Crimson Shrine - Death SS

Light, drive out my night

Thrills — of a loosing life

Screaming aloud at the moon of the woods

I’m running free throgh the fields and

The groves

I am awake in the grip of the snake

Strong as a lion and sharp as an

Asp — to reach

The Crimson Shrine

Come — over the sea

Come, with hoofs of steel

Roaming as Bacchus, with faims and with pards

With vergins and demons as lovers and guards

I’m here to wait for the sign of your eye

Ready to ride in the might of god Pan — to reach

The Crimson Shrine

Thrill with lissome lust of the light

O man!

My man!

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

Come with Artemis, silken shod

And wash thy white thigh, beutiful God

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare

In the might of god Pan

Trembling with ardour in the lust of the light

I hurry forward in the heat of the night

I’m seeking your love to perfect my life

You’ll be my goddess, you’ll be my bride

We, united in the Crimson Shrine