1987-1992 Best of Compilation 1994
8. With the Gleam of the Torches
The Priest:
- Everything's ready
- Go and get me fresh meat
- We're thirst 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 her breasts, she rises her head
Her eyes are shinning 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're gonna take care of you |
