Letra de 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