Bestial Devotion - Samael

Narration:

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

Priest Reflection:

Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followers

Priest With The Crowd:

Glory to you Ounis
Praise be to Ounis

The Priest:

So her blood nay 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

Priest With The Crowd:

Glory to you Ounis
Praise be to Ounis

Narration:

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

The Priest:

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

Priest With The Crowd:

Glory and praise be to Ounis