Let me wash thee in the Blood of Christ
Let me see thee in Osiris' eyes
Let me hold thee in the Moon's river
Let me guide thee through the purple night
Let us sing the secrets carved on skin
Let us chant the words bound up within
Let us see the spells of holy writ
Let us tell forgotten tales again
Blood is raining from the Wounds of Christ
to fall upon the Earth and give it life
All the world is bound within five points
The pentangle is painted 'pon our hearts
The Crown of thorns has taken root anew
The Holy Cross as grown a fresh green shoot
And the vine doth twine amongst them both -
roots in earth and fruit against the sky