BESTIAL DEVOTION
Narration:
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, we뭠l eat the red crown
- For you, we뭠l 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 Preist:
Here뭩 the theater of our dreams
- This is the beauty of absurdity
Priest With The Crowd:
- Glory and praise be to Ounis