Lyrics

[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