Narration:
Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence guides into the assembly
Priest Reflection:
Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followers
Priest With The Crowd:
Glory to you Ounis
Praise be to Ounis
The Priest:
So her blood nay quench your thirst
So her meat may appease your hunger
For you, we'll eat the red crown
For you, we'll lick the green crown
Pries t With The Crowd:
Glory to you Ounis
Praise be to Ounis
Narration:
The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh
All together copulate with the bloody wounds
The Priest:
Here's the theater of our dreams
This is the beauty of absurdity
Priest With The Crowd:
Glory and praise be to Ounis
