With The Gleam Of The Torches

the priest: - Everything's ready - Go and get me fresh meat - We're thirsty for sacred beverage - Hurry up! I can't wait anymore the a*sembly: - Here she is the promised virgin! narration: Her nude body plays with the unstable shadows Her long hair hides half her bre*sts, 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...