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Lyrics:
narration: Tired and submissive Lying down on the black altar She waits passive and anguished A frost silence glides 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 may 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
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 priest: Here's the theatre of our dreams - This is the beauty of absurdity
priest with the crowd: - Glory and praise be to Ounis
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