Tired and submissive 
 Lying down on the black altar 
 She waits passive and anguished 
 A frost silence guides 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 nay 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 
  
 Pries t 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 theater of our dreams 
 This is the beauty of absurdity 
  
 Priest With The Crowd: 
  
 Glory and praise be to Ounis