With The Gleam Of The Torches - Lyrics by Samael


Lyrics
the priest:- Everything's ready- Go and get me fresh meat- We're thirsty for sacred beverage- Hurry up! I can't wait anymorethe assembly:- Here she is the promised virgin!narration:
Her nude body plays with the unstable shadows
Her long hair hides half her breasts, she rises her head
Her eyes are shining with the gleam of the torchesthe priest:- Look deep in my eyes, you little bitch- Look at your death, she smiles at youpriest 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 freethe priest:I wish to hear her weep
I wish to hear her cry
I wish to hear her yell
Of disgust... of fear... of painthe priest with the crowd:
We gonna take care of you...
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