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 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 ***** -

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...