| Light, drive out my night
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| Thrills — of a loosing life
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| Screaming aloud at the moon of the woods
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| I’m running free throgh the fields and
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| The groves
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| I am awake in the grip of the snake
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| Strong as a lion and sharp as an
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| Asp — to reach
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| The Crimson Shrine
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| Come — over the sea
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| Come, with hoofs of steel
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| Roaming as Bacchus, with faims and with pards
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| With vergins and demons as lovers and guards
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| I’m here to wait for the sign of your eye
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| Ready to ride in the might of god Pan — to reach
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| The Crimson Shrine
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| Thrill with lissome lust of the light
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| O man! |
| My man!
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| Come with Apollo in bridal dress
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| Come with Artemis, silken shod
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| And wash thy white thigh, beutiful God
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| Dip the purple of passionate prayer
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| In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare
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| In the might of god Pan
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| Trembling with ardour in the lust of the light
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| I hurry forward in the heat of the night
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| I’m seeking your love to perfect my life
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| You’ll be my goddess, you’ll be my bride
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| We, united in the Crimson Shrine |