Narration:

Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence guides 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 nay 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

Pries t 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 theater of our dreams
This is the beauty of absurdity

Priest With The Crowd:

Glory and praise be to Ounis