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