With the Gleam of the Torches

[the priest:] - Everything's ready - Go and get me fresh meat - We're thirsty 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 half her breasts, she rises her head Her eyes are shining 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 gonna take care of you...