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 Reflecti on:



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