With the Gleam of the Torches

Everything’s ready
Go and get me fresh meat
We’re thirsty for sacred beverage
Hurry up! I can’t wait anymore
(the assembly:)
Here she is the promised virgin!
(narration:)
Her nude body plays with the unstable shadows
Her long hair hides half her breasts, she rises her head
Her eyes are shining 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 haven’t to be scared, you’ll be saved
You’ll suffer, you’ll die, you’ll 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:)
We gonna take care of you…