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