With the Gleam of the Torches

the priest:

- Everything's ready

- Go and get me fresh meat

- We're thirsty 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 half her breasts, she rises her head

Her eyes are shining 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 gonna take care of you...

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