Bestial Devotion

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 Priest 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 Preist: Here's the theater of our dreams - This is the beauty of absurdity Priest With The Crowd: - Glory and praise be to Ounis