This high my fire. No higher, no hotter.
Spirits! Back to the dead!
The children are watching Austin Powers if you choose to join.
Down at the south house.
Ingemar! Did you not warn them?
I'm sorry, grandmother Siv! I tried to!
No no no! What are you going? Get away from there!
What are you doing, you fucking idiot? Get away!
Put your disgusting dick away!
These are our ancestors! You're pissing on my people!
Your little fucking American friend! He's pissed on the Rotvälta!
Don't you see what he's done?
Did you hear what he said?
Supper is ready!
It's time for supper.
It was here, long ago...
that the Black One lured the youths of Hårga to the grass and seduced them into dance.
Once they began, they could not stop, and they danced themselves to death.
Now, in life-holding defiance of the Black One, we dance until we fall.
And she who survives last will be crowned for her stamina.
Stop.
Reverse.
Stop.
Go!
Stop!
Go.
Do you want to?
Do I?
You are!
We're talking!
I understand you!
We understand each other!
We don't need words to talk! It's dancing!
Finish.
I can feel it!
I feel the baby!
Come here.
Okay boys.
When we cut loose the intestines, we cut carefully so we don't puncture them.
So be careful.
And you hold here.
So, like this, cut along the side.
Mighty and dreadful beast.
With you, we purge our most unholy affekts.
We banish you now to the deepest recesses, where you may reflect on your wickedness.
Take from the yew tree. Feel no pain.
Take from the yew tree. Feel no fear.