[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
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