الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
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
