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