Houses of the Holy
A real ripper...
“Let me take you to the movies
Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow
From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes satan’s daughter, and it only goes to show, you know
There’s an angel on my shoulder, in my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden and the seeds of love I’ll sow you know
So the world is spinning faster are you dizzy when you’re stoned
Let the music be your master will you heed the master’s call
Oh Satan and man
Said there ain’t no use in crying ‘cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying?
Was this the only world you had? oh oh
So let me take you, take you to the movie
Can I take you, baby, to the show
Why don’t you let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow, you know”
I was under the impression that Robert Plant was the lyricist. Plant was certainly into mysticism, fantasy (LOTR in "Ramble On", etc.) and so forth, but it never appeared to me to be "serious" (i.e. worship).
Page had interest in the occult, for sure, but I don't know of any indication that he took it all that seriously either. Mostly playing around with it because back then it was considered "hip". The Stones were writing such stuff arguably at least as much as Zep, and of course Sabbath/Ozzy had them all beat.
In any case, they all mellowed out considerably in the later decades. I'm pretty sure that these days Page would just laugh it off - not something you do if you take the devil seriously.