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