Correct With The Gleam Of The Torches Lyrics
Correct With The Gleam Of The Torches
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 breasts, she rises her head Her eyes are shining with the gleam of the torches The priest: - Look deep in my eyes, you little bitch - 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...
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LyricsFreak © 2019