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