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