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