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 Reflecti on:

 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