WITH THE GLEAM OF THE TORCHES
The Priest:
- Everything뭩 ready
- Go and get me fresh meat
- We뭨e thirst for sacred beverage
- Hurry up! I can뭪 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 haven뭪 to be scared, you뭠l be saved
You뭠l suffer, you뭠l die, you뭠l 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:
- We뭨e gonna take care of you