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narration: |
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Tired and submissive |
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Lying down on the black altar |
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She waits passive and anguished |
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A frost silence glides into the assemblypriest reflection: |
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Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followerspriest with the crowd:- |
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Glory to you |
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Ounis- Praise be to |
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Ounisthe priest:- |
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So her blood may quench your thirst- |
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So her meat may appease your hunger- |
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For you we'll eat the red crown- |
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For you we'll lick the green crownpriest with the crowd:- |
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Glory to you |
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Ounis- Praise be to |
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Ounisnarration: |
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The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh |
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All together copulate with the bloody woundsthe priest: |
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Here's the theatre of our dreams- |
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This is the beauty of absurditypriest with the crowd:- |
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Glory and praise be to |
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Ounis |
