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