The priest:

- Everything's ready
- Go and get me fresh meat
- We're thirsty 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 half her [bad word]  she rises her head
Her eyes are shining with the gleam of the torches

The priest:

- Look deep in my eyes, you little [bad word] - Look at your death, she smiles at you

Priest reflection:

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 gonna take care of you...