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 anymorethe 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 torchesthe priest:
- Look deep in my eyes, you little bitch
- Look at your death, she smiles at youpriest 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 freethe priest:
I wish to hear her weep
I wish to hear her cry
I wish to hear her yell
Of disgust... of fear... of painthe priest with the crowd:
We gonna take care of you...