narration:
Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence glides into the assemblypriest reflection:
Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followerspriest with the crowd:- 
Glory to you 
Ounis- Praise be to 
Ounisthe 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 crownpriest with the crowd:- 
Glory to you 
Ounis- Praise be to 
Ounisnarration:
The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh
All together copulate with the bloody woundsthe priest:
Here's the theatre of our dreams- 
This is the beauty of absurditypriest with the crowd:- 
Glory and praise be to 
Ounis