Tired and submissive
Lying down on the black altar
She waits passive and anguished
A frost silence glides into the assembly

Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followers

Glory to you ounis
Praise be to ounis

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

Glory to you ounis
Praise be to ounis

The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh
All together copulate with the bloody wounds

Here's the theatre of our dreams
This is the beauty of absurdity

Glory and praise be to ounis