Here I wait
In my altar
Look at your sacrifices
Your faces.
Beat the drum
Blow the pipes
Into a rythmic change
Of ages.
I’ll take a man.
Yes I’ll take it
If you bring it.
But what I want
I need I desire
Is a young girl.
Ripe, tasty,
Filled with red blood
And smelling of passion.
Bring her in
Turn her to me
Give her to the God.
Trust I’ll take her,
Ifigenia,
Before I depart.
Finished on 02-05-2004
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