[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