With The Gleam Of The Torches

The Priest:

Everything's ready

Go and get me fresh meat

We're thirst for sacred beverage

Hurry up! I can't wait anymore

The Assembly:

Here she is, the promised virgin

Narration:

Her nude body plays with the unstable shadows

Her long hair hides her breasts, she rises her head

Her eyes are shinning with the gleam of the torches

The Priest:

Look deep in my eyes, you little bitch - Look at your

death, she smiles at you

Priest Reflection:

Death opens her arms to you

You tremble and your body is wet

You haven't to be scared, you'll be saved

You'll suffer, you'll die, you'll be free

The Priest:

I wish to hear her weep

I wish to hear her cry

I wish to hear her yell

Of disgust, of fear, of pain

The Priest With The Crowd:

We're gonna take care of you