The ceremony

See the horned creature
Looking back from the mirror pool
Bloodstains and feces
Defile the fountain of innocence

And you drink with passion
Lust beyond your control
Still the fever is rising
Down with it you go

There behind black trees
The drunken puppets dance
And the devil runs towards you
You look him in the eye

He is smiling and takes you by the hand

The ceremony is proceeding
Reaching its final words
The virgins are so cold
And your dervishes whirl too fast