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[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
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