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...