We two drink
form the lovers cup
of, the red of Your blood
and the red of mine
joined in love are we two
Oh, our passion turns the soul
to a scarlet hue
Oh, our passion does
stain our flesh as red as wine
Oh, that lovely and loving intoxication
our souls each other do possess
and live together in a world of there own
Oh, material men their money do count
and all the world after it does pursue
Oh, how all the world a fool thus be
for if the world did taste
the scarlet red wine of passion
as though an ardent and living scarlet red river
did run through it
men would know no need
to shed there souls blood
and wither like some dead and dying tree
and bleed themselves dry drop by drop
in eternal conflict and rancor
Oh, how the world has gone blind
and forgotten the very tree of life
Oh, how the young men water the grass
and leaves of the trees with there bodies red wine
all but in vain
all to a mother's aged pain
but We My true love are wiser by far
who know that no rancor do profit
in the long run if life
that love is the beauty of the soul
and out scarlet passion the very life of the soul
oh, ancient and aged men
grown old from the weary counting of coin
and reading the hollow religion
from there ancient dust covered book
" Oh, pleasure is sin
and pain is virtue."
Oh, to so dry your bones
and wither Your soul
for the only son died not
for the writing of an ancient dust covered book
for  the one who is love
made the body to bloom as a rose
and the soul as a sacred cup
to hold the sacred scarlet wine of passion
an ardent living and knowing wine
Oh, arise with Me My sweet and precious love
and come away with Me
to a world by ancient and aged men unknown
and drink the wild and sacred nectar of passion
till this foolish world
does melt away like snow
and creation made new
and every creature does see
that the one who is love
made the body to bloom as a rose
and the soul to burn like the sun
in an ardent and everlasting passion