Bestial Devotion

[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