Idioma Origen:
[narration:]
Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence glides 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 may 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 priest:]
Here's the theatre of our dreams
- This is the beauty of absurdity
[priest with the crowd:]
- Glory and praise be to Ounis
Idioma Destino:
[narration:]
Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence glides 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 may 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 priest:]
Here's the theatre of our dreams
- This is the beauty of absurdity
[priest with the crowd:]
- Glory and praise be to Ounis