[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…