Bestial Devotion
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
