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





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