Marginalia (2025) Movie Script
1
(cranking)
(metallic footsteps)
(crackling motor)
(muddy splashing)
(wet footsteps)
(faint frenetic music)
(music swells aggressively)
(crickets chirping)
(bat chittering)
(echoing footsteps)
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
(window crashes)
(forceful music)
(gagging)
(crash)
(ominous music)
(gasp)
(harpsichord music)
(bell music)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(church bells)
(Off screen) - Do you feel she will be
suffieiently moved to grief?
(Off screen) - Oh, Sister Trista has the
tenderest of hearts.
(Off screen) - I'm to understand
that she has taken a vow of silence?
(Off screen) - She has.
Her voice belongs only to God.
(Off screen) - That won't be a hindrance
to her mourning?
(Off screen) - Indeed not.
She is uniquely gifted in her ability
to share others burdens.
I will vouch for her.
(Off screen) - It's of critical importance
that she feels our loss.
(Off screen) - I assure you she will.
(Off screen) - Very well then.
We will expect her in a fortnight.
(Off screen) - By all means.
(footsteps approaching)
- Hmm.
(Off screen) - Sister Trista, would you
come in? I have task to discuss.
(quiet music)
(birds chirping)
(heavy music)
(door knock)
- Sister, you've arrived.
Come.
Follow me.
Carry on, sisters.
Mother.
The mourner is here.
- Welcome.
Welcome, Sister Trista.
Welcome to Karnstein Abbey.
I am Mother Karna.
God bless you, my child.
(door creaks)
Come, let's take a look at you.
You must be exhausted after your trek.
Please sit.
Thank you for joining us
in our time of great sorrow.
Our dear, dear Abbess
taken into the firmament.
Such a strange accident.
Hopefully we may lay her to rest soon.
The brothers are toiling ceaselessly
to retrieve her vessel.
But come, lets get you situated.
Sister Agna . . .
- Yes, mother.
- Your presence is immediately
requested in my chambers.
(Off screen) - Yes, mother.
(knocking)
(door creaks)
- Yes, Mother Karna?
- Sister Agna, this is Sister Trista.
She will be staying in your quarters
for the duration of her stay.
Please show her to your.
- Yes, mother. Thank you.
- And sister.
Never venture out of doors after dark here.
There's a band of roaming killer horses
out in these forests
and they would surely tear you to shreds.
(door creaks)
- Did you really take a vow of silence?
Well, I can't even!
I never met anyone . . .
I can't imagine it!
Id explode into pieces!
The Abbess she used to beat me
I talk so but I can't help it.
Truly, I can't help it.
(echoing footsteps)
Well, this is our cell.
You'll sleep here.
Oh sister, this is splendid.
We'll be fast friends in no time.
(Off screen) - Sister Agna.
- Yes, sister?
(Off screen) - Sister Agna, would you please assist
Brother Udo in the library?
He has a new batch of manuscripts
that need to be sorted.
- Yes, sister.
Oh! Come with me.
Oh, this will be fun!
Brother Udo,
the Prioress sent us to help you.
- Ah, yes.
Thank you, sister . . .
- This is Sister Trista.
She came from the city to mourn
the Abbess.
(whispers) She's taken a vow of silence.
- Oh, well.
Hello, sister.
Welcome to the Abbey.
(nervous laugh)
Yes. Anyway,
These are the Abbess scientific treatises.
Mother Karna wants them all
added to the library.
So! The bound volumes are there
and the manuscripts go there.
They all have to be arranged
chronologically.
So Sister Agna,
why don't you ascend the ladder,
I shall sort them and hand them to you.
- Splendid.
- Oh! She reads.
Yes. Uh . . . Sister Agna.
It appears I've missed one.
Uh, this goes before . . . Yes.
That one right there.
Back on the Lord's path.
(church bell tolls)
- Oh! Come, sister.
Its time for chapel.
- Sisters.
(church bell tolls)
- Let our song uphold the Heavens.
- . . . worthy of our Lord.
- We sing for the glory of the Universe.
- May our song be worthy of our Lord.
- Glory be to the Father and to the Son
and Holy Spirit.
- We raise our voices to the heavens.
With humility our songs harmonize
with the Music of the Spheres.
And in our small, humble fashion,
we contribute to maintaining
the order of the universe.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(All) - Amen.
- Sing well and true, sisters.
All of God's creation
hangs in the balance.
(church bell tolls)
(delicate music)
- Did they tell you
what happened to the Abbess?
She was met with a terrible accident
while performing one of her experiments.
Carried aloft by her balloon.
The brothers are still chasing it
so they can bring her body back to bury.
She was a foul, surly woman
with no patience for tomfoolery.
She gave the girls endless tongue lashings.
I think that's why they need you.
They feared the sisters
wouldnt show grief at her passing.
(quiet rustle)
Did you hear that?
Sometimes . . .
I spy out of the corner of my eye
a small creature scurrying in the night.
At first I thought it was a rat,
but it hasn't a speck of hair.
I think it comes to watch me sleep.
I'm glad you're here.
Even if you can't talk.
Good night, Sister Trista.
- I am Valerie Chytlova.
I travel the countryside and sing
for the amusement of crowds.
I have the voice of an angel.
But I'm a carnal woman
desired by many men.
I do not sing for the glory of God,
but for my own fleshly gain.
I have my pick of men and leave behind me
a trail of broken hearts.
Until one day
A tender young man is so devastated
by my rejection.
He perishes of a broken heart.
- You Whore of Babylon!
You are cursed!
- I am cursed.
- Your tongue will wither.
- Your voice will betray you.
You will never seduce another man!
- And indeed my tongue is cursed.
The only utterances I can make are so vile
that none can bear to hear it.
(Grotesque screeching)
- I am shunned.
I sleep in the ashes and beg for bread.
I have nowhere left to turn.
And finally, I lie and wait to die.
And then, in my darkest despair
Saint Mary Magdalene comes to me,
extending a hand of compassion.
in all my wretchedness.
And so I steal away
to the convent of Saint Mary Magdalene
where I devote my life
in penance for my wicked, wicked ways.
Take a vow of silence,
and I shall never, ever utter another word
for the whole of my life.
(Scream)
(tense music)
(pounding music)
- Praise be.
We are blessed!
The Abbess has returned to us.
We can finally lay her to rest.
(flies buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Yes, that appears to be that for the shelf.
Sister Agna, would you mind fetching
some more manuscripts from the Abbess cell?
- Of course, brother.
- Thank you, sister.
Sister!
(tense music)
You must leave here as soon as possible.
There is . . . a rot in this place.
I . . . I can't explain.
There is evil lurking here.
How I long to hear your voice.
- Sister!
Come see.
The bishop is arriving!
- Excellent.
(knocking)
- Welcome. Welcome, Bishop Pendrecki.
- Mother Karna. Always a pleasure.
- Oh, but under such sad circumstance.
- Yes, sad circumstances indeed.
- This means dinner's going to be
scrumptious.
- Our Father.
We are grateful for this bountiful feast you have
set upon our table.
Fill our hearts with love and health
and friendship for all eternity.
In your name.
Amen.
What a glorious feast!
- You must try this.
It's a family recipe
handed down from generations.
It's made with herbs and spices
grown right here on our grounds.
- My, it rather bites my tongue.
- We call it Jungfrau.
after the sad tale of the mountain
who lived on grasses and herb nearby.
- It reminds me of a beverage
once popular among the blemmyae.
- The blemmyae, your excellency?
- Yes. I encountered them
during the ministries of my youth.
They are a headless race
with faces upon their chests.
Gentle, noble savages,
yet sadly untouched by the good news
of our Lord and Savior.
- Oh how sad.
- When I arrived their village
was being terrorized by an enormous snail
devouring entire farms
and occasionally a child.
Well I banished it
by casting a bag of salt upon it.
They were so beside themselves
with gratitude
the chieftain even decreed the entire village
convert to Christianity.
- My!
What adventures!
- All for the glory of God.
- I'm afraid I have no such tales to share.
I've hardly ventured outside these walls.
I inherited Karnstein Castle from
my dear, dear father at a very early age
and I knew immediately that it was my calling
to establish this abbey.
- We are all called in our own way.
Once there was a young maiden
who proudly participated
in her village's virgins parade.
But as they walked past the local church,
her dress burst into flames
and she was consumed by the fire.
Her dying cry was
I was chaste! I was chaste!
But was she?
For indeed the eve prior
she had lustful thoughts.
As she laid herself down to sleep,
she dreamt dreams of carnal pleasure.
And when she awoke
she was no longer pure in heart.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(All) - Amen.
- Guard your hearts, sisters.
You are dismissed.
(eerie music)
- Do you like that?
(gasps)
(knock)
- Yes?
- You're eminency . . .
Help me! Please.
- What's troubling you, brother?
- I'm plagued by sinful thoughts.
- What sort of sinful thoughts?
- I burn with lust for the mourner.
- Have you confessed these thoughts?
- Yes, but they torment me still.
- Quick!
- Thank you.
- Bare your body, brother.
I will thrash the evil thoughts
from your sinful vessel.
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
(whimpers)
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
Are you purged?
- Brother!
Why have you stopped beating me
with the scourge?
Now my soul will surely be damned to hell!
(grunt)
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
(screams)
- Are you purged?
- Yes . . . I think so.
Thank you, your excellency.
Thank you, your excellency.
(door creaks)
- Pray, brother.
(wind echoes)
(apprehensive music)
- Sister?
(creepy voices sing)
(startled cry)
(candleholder clatters)
(eerie music)
(organ music)
(funereal brass music)
(delicate celeste music)
(musical bells)
(faint weeping)
(liturgical brass music)
(discordant music)
- Sister? Sister?
(eerie music)
- Poor child.
The grief has overcome her.
(distant crash)
(frenetic music)
(crash)
(fly buzzes)
- Pestilence!
- Pestilence!
(Indistinct voice)
- Rot!
(Indistinct)
(Indistinct)
(Indistinct)
More rot!
More corruption!
Depravity!
(squishy sound)
(door creaks)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
- Come here and eat.
(squishy sound)
Yes.
Here, little Pintel.
Good. Good.
(gasp)
(clatter)
(frenetic music)
(thud)
(gasps)
(bang)
(bang)
(swish)
(quiet tapping)
(scraping)
(gasps)
- I -- I didn't tell her anything, sister.
Truly, I -- I didn't utter a word.
(faint shouting)
(faint shouting)
(faint laughter)
(falling papers)
(candlestick clatters)
(ominous music)
(Abbess) - Here in the margins of sacred text,
I set my contract with The Devil
and vow allegiance to my demon master Pazuzu.
In the bowels of Karnstein Abbey
we have formed a vile orchestra
which raises sounds of such depravity
as to corrupt
the very Music of the Spheres,
and thereby
spread discord throughout the lands.
My plan has met with much favor
from our master Pazuzu,
such that I, of the three sisters
have been designated the leader.
And the Great Witch commands
two familiars.
Hares sent from the mouth of Hell
to do her bidding.
The sisters are consumed
with jealousy for my success.
I must unleash the hares on them.
But not until the next full moon arrives.
(falling papers)
(heavy orchestral music)
(thump) (gasp)
(solitary string instrument)
(grim harpsichord music)
(crickets)
(wings flap) (weird hissing)
(loud flapping)
(strange hissing)
(mysterious music)
(gate squeaks)
(sinister laughter)
(discordant instruments)
(Pazuzu) - Depravity!
Rot!
More corruption!
(Indistinct)
War! Crime!
(drum)
Hate!
(bellowing instrument)
(drum)
More corruption!
(Indistinct)
. . . On this full moon . . .
More corruption!
More depravity!
(shrill instrument)
(blatty instrument)
(mysterious music)
(clacking)
(harsh music)
(distant boom)
(distant boom)
(frantic string music)
(cracking twigs)
(gasp) (striking sound)
(panicked cry)
(rattling)
(grass rustles)
(grass rustles)
(footsteps on grass)
- Will she break her silence?
(trembling)
Will she break our holy vows?
(scoffs)
We all break our vows eventually.
I broke mine here
in the Secret Garden
under the pillicock tree.
where I gave myself to my lord Pazuzu
and shared the secrets denied by God.
(Trista wimpers)
My Lord
we have brought to you the gentlest dove.
A girl of untainted virtue.
(whimpering)
Imagine the offspring she will bear.
Oh, how she will wail!
(evil laughter)
(sobbing)
- Pleh!
- You are not pure!
She's not a virgin.
- My lord, I was assured.
- You were assured!
- My lord, look how delicate . . .
- She stinks of men!
- My lord, I was assured!
My lord, look how delicate -
(splat) (scream)
(gory squish)
(body collapses)
- Our convent has been rendered leaderless.
I rise to your will, my lord.
- Very well.
Lop off her feet and toss her into the pit.
- As you wish, my lord.
(hopping)
(lands on grass)
(Scream)
(Monstrous roar)
(silence)
(drum beat)
(monstrous roar)
(scream)
(droning strings)
(music fades)
(silence)
(kettle drums beat)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(flames ignite)
(scream)
(eerie choir)
(pounding kettle drums)
(cymbols crashing)
(aggressive bagpipe)
(angry low brass)
(pounding kettle drums)
(scurrying footsteps)
(ominous low strings)
- Now dont be rash, sister!
Think of this as a great opportunity!
I can offer you tremendous powers!
Remember your vows!
(Scream)
(Pazuzu screams)
(explosion)
(gooey impact)
(clacks)
(collapses)
(silence)
(poignant keyboard music)
(bird chirps)
(mysterious plucked music)
(Scream)
(Scream)
(Scream)
(Scream) (monstrous roar)
(thunderous crash)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(crashing bricks)
(Scream)
(energetic string and bell music)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(lively orchestral music)
(cranking)
(metallic footsteps)
(crackling motor)
(muddy splashing)
(wet footsteps)
(faint frenetic music)
(music swells aggressively)
(crickets chirping)
(bat chittering)
(echoing footsteps)
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
(window crashes)
(forceful music)
(gagging)
(crash)
(ominous music)
(gasp)
(harpsichord music)
(bell music)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(church bells)
(Off screen) - Do you feel she will be
suffieiently moved to grief?
(Off screen) - Oh, Sister Trista has the
tenderest of hearts.
(Off screen) - I'm to understand
that she has taken a vow of silence?
(Off screen) - She has.
Her voice belongs only to God.
(Off screen) - That won't be a hindrance
to her mourning?
(Off screen) - Indeed not.
She is uniquely gifted in her ability
to share others burdens.
I will vouch for her.
(Off screen) - It's of critical importance
that she feels our loss.
(Off screen) - I assure you she will.
(Off screen) - Very well then.
We will expect her in a fortnight.
(Off screen) - By all means.
(footsteps approaching)
- Hmm.
(Off screen) - Sister Trista, would you
come in? I have task to discuss.
(quiet music)
(birds chirping)
(heavy music)
(door knock)
- Sister, you've arrived.
Come.
Follow me.
Carry on, sisters.
Mother.
The mourner is here.
- Welcome.
Welcome, Sister Trista.
Welcome to Karnstein Abbey.
I am Mother Karna.
God bless you, my child.
(door creaks)
Come, let's take a look at you.
You must be exhausted after your trek.
Please sit.
Thank you for joining us
in our time of great sorrow.
Our dear, dear Abbess
taken into the firmament.
Such a strange accident.
Hopefully we may lay her to rest soon.
The brothers are toiling ceaselessly
to retrieve her vessel.
But come, lets get you situated.
Sister Agna . . .
- Yes, mother.
- Your presence is immediately
requested in my chambers.
(Off screen) - Yes, mother.
(knocking)
(door creaks)
- Yes, Mother Karna?
- Sister Agna, this is Sister Trista.
She will be staying in your quarters
for the duration of her stay.
Please show her to your.
- Yes, mother. Thank you.
- And sister.
Never venture out of doors after dark here.
There's a band of roaming killer horses
out in these forests
and they would surely tear you to shreds.
(door creaks)
- Did you really take a vow of silence?
Well, I can't even!
I never met anyone . . .
I can't imagine it!
Id explode into pieces!
The Abbess she used to beat me
I talk so but I can't help it.
Truly, I can't help it.
(echoing footsteps)
Well, this is our cell.
You'll sleep here.
Oh sister, this is splendid.
We'll be fast friends in no time.
(Off screen) - Sister Agna.
- Yes, sister?
(Off screen) - Sister Agna, would you please assist
Brother Udo in the library?
He has a new batch of manuscripts
that need to be sorted.
- Yes, sister.
Oh! Come with me.
Oh, this will be fun!
Brother Udo,
the Prioress sent us to help you.
- Ah, yes.
Thank you, sister . . .
- This is Sister Trista.
She came from the city to mourn
the Abbess.
(whispers) She's taken a vow of silence.
- Oh, well.
Hello, sister.
Welcome to the Abbey.
(nervous laugh)
Yes. Anyway,
These are the Abbess scientific treatises.
Mother Karna wants them all
added to the library.
So! The bound volumes are there
and the manuscripts go there.
They all have to be arranged
chronologically.
So Sister Agna,
why don't you ascend the ladder,
I shall sort them and hand them to you.
- Splendid.
- Oh! She reads.
Yes. Uh . . . Sister Agna.
It appears I've missed one.
Uh, this goes before . . . Yes.
That one right there.
Back on the Lord's path.
(church bell tolls)
- Oh! Come, sister.
Its time for chapel.
- Sisters.
(church bell tolls)
- Let our song uphold the Heavens.
- . . . worthy of our Lord.
- We sing for the glory of the Universe.
- May our song be worthy of our Lord.
- Glory be to the Father and to the Son
and Holy Spirit.
- We raise our voices to the heavens.
With humility our songs harmonize
with the Music of the Spheres.
And in our small, humble fashion,
we contribute to maintaining
the order of the universe.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(All) - Amen.
- Sing well and true, sisters.
All of God's creation
hangs in the balance.
(church bell tolls)
(delicate music)
- Did they tell you
what happened to the Abbess?
She was met with a terrible accident
while performing one of her experiments.
Carried aloft by her balloon.
The brothers are still chasing it
so they can bring her body back to bury.
She was a foul, surly woman
with no patience for tomfoolery.
She gave the girls endless tongue lashings.
I think that's why they need you.
They feared the sisters
wouldnt show grief at her passing.
(quiet rustle)
Did you hear that?
Sometimes . . .
I spy out of the corner of my eye
a small creature scurrying in the night.
At first I thought it was a rat,
but it hasn't a speck of hair.
I think it comes to watch me sleep.
I'm glad you're here.
Even if you can't talk.
Good night, Sister Trista.
- I am Valerie Chytlova.
I travel the countryside and sing
for the amusement of crowds.
I have the voice of an angel.
But I'm a carnal woman
desired by many men.
I do not sing for the glory of God,
but for my own fleshly gain.
I have my pick of men and leave behind me
a trail of broken hearts.
Until one day
A tender young man is so devastated
by my rejection.
He perishes of a broken heart.
- You Whore of Babylon!
You are cursed!
- I am cursed.
- Your tongue will wither.
- Your voice will betray you.
You will never seduce another man!
- And indeed my tongue is cursed.
The only utterances I can make are so vile
that none can bear to hear it.
(Grotesque screeching)
- I am shunned.
I sleep in the ashes and beg for bread.
I have nowhere left to turn.
And finally, I lie and wait to die.
And then, in my darkest despair
Saint Mary Magdalene comes to me,
extending a hand of compassion.
in all my wretchedness.
And so I steal away
to the convent of Saint Mary Magdalene
where I devote my life
in penance for my wicked, wicked ways.
Take a vow of silence,
and I shall never, ever utter another word
for the whole of my life.
(Scream)
(tense music)
(pounding music)
- Praise be.
We are blessed!
The Abbess has returned to us.
We can finally lay her to rest.
(flies buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Yes, that appears to be that for the shelf.
Sister Agna, would you mind fetching
some more manuscripts from the Abbess cell?
- Of course, brother.
- Thank you, sister.
Sister!
(tense music)
You must leave here as soon as possible.
There is . . . a rot in this place.
I . . . I can't explain.
There is evil lurking here.
How I long to hear your voice.
- Sister!
Come see.
The bishop is arriving!
- Excellent.
(knocking)
- Welcome. Welcome, Bishop Pendrecki.
- Mother Karna. Always a pleasure.
- Oh, but under such sad circumstance.
- Yes, sad circumstances indeed.
- This means dinner's going to be
scrumptious.
- Our Father.
We are grateful for this bountiful feast you have
set upon our table.
Fill our hearts with love and health
and friendship for all eternity.
In your name.
Amen.
What a glorious feast!
- You must try this.
It's a family recipe
handed down from generations.
It's made with herbs and spices
grown right here on our grounds.
- My, it rather bites my tongue.
- We call it Jungfrau.
after the sad tale of the mountain
who lived on grasses and herb nearby.
- It reminds me of a beverage
once popular among the blemmyae.
- The blemmyae, your excellency?
- Yes. I encountered them
during the ministries of my youth.
They are a headless race
with faces upon their chests.
Gentle, noble savages,
yet sadly untouched by the good news
of our Lord and Savior.
- Oh how sad.
- When I arrived their village
was being terrorized by an enormous snail
devouring entire farms
and occasionally a child.
Well I banished it
by casting a bag of salt upon it.
They were so beside themselves
with gratitude
the chieftain even decreed the entire village
convert to Christianity.
- My!
What adventures!
- All for the glory of God.
- I'm afraid I have no such tales to share.
I've hardly ventured outside these walls.
I inherited Karnstein Castle from
my dear, dear father at a very early age
and I knew immediately that it was my calling
to establish this abbey.
- We are all called in our own way.
Once there was a young maiden
who proudly participated
in her village's virgins parade.
But as they walked past the local church,
her dress burst into flames
and she was consumed by the fire.
Her dying cry was
I was chaste! I was chaste!
But was she?
For indeed the eve prior
she had lustful thoughts.
As she laid herself down to sleep,
she dreamt dreams of carnal pleasure.
And when she awoke
she was no longer pure in heart.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(All) - Amen.
- Guard your hearts, sisters.
You are dismissed.
(eerie music)
- Do you like that?
(gasps)
(knock)
- Yes?
- You're eminency . . .
Help me! Please.
- What's troubling you, brother?
- I'm plagued by sinful thoughts.
- What sort of sinful thoughts?
- I burn with lust for the mourner.
- Have you confessed these thoughts?
- Yes, but they torment me still.
- Quick!
- Thank you.
- Bare your body, brother.
I will thrash the evil thoughts
from your sinful vessel.
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
(whimpers)
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
Are you purged?
- Brother!
Why have you stopped beating me
with the scourge?
Now my soul will surely be damned to hell!
(grunt)
(belt lashes) (painful cry)
(screams)
- Are you purged?
- Yes . . . I think so.
Thank you, your excellency.
Thank you, your excellency.
(door creaks)
- Pray, brother.
(wind echoes)
(apprehensive music)
- Sister?
(creepy voices sing)
(startled cry)
(candleholder clatters)
(eerie music)
(organ music)
(funereal brass music)
(delicate celeste music)
(musical bells)
(faint weeping)
(liturgical brass music)
(discordant music)
- Sister? Sister?
(eerie music)
- Poor child.
The grief has overcome her.
(distant crash)
(frenetic music)
(crash)
(fly buzzes)
- Pestilence!
- Pestilence!
(Indistinct voice)
- Rot!
(Indistinct)
(Indistinct)
(Indistinct)
More rot!
More corruption!
Depravity!
(squishy sound)
(door creaks)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
(squishy sound)
- Come here and eat.
(squishy sound)
Yes.
Here, little Pintel.
Good. Good.
(gasp)
(clatter)
(frenetic music)
(thud)
(gasps)
(bang)
(bang)
(swish)
(quiet tapping)
(scraping)
(gasps)
- I -- I didn't tell her anything, sister.
Truly, I -- I didn't utter a word.
(faint shouting)
(faint shouting)
(faint laughter)
(falling papers)
(candlestick clatters)
(ominous music)
(Abbess) - Here in the margins of sacred text,
I set my contract with The Devil
and vow allegiance to my demon master Pazuzu.
In the bowels of Karnstein Abbey
we have formed a vile orchestra
which raises sounds of such depravity
as to corrupt
the very Music of the Spheres,
and thereby
spread discord throughout the lands.
My plan has met with much favor
from our master Pazuzu,
such that I, of the three sisters
have been designated the leader.
And the Great Witch commands
two familiars.
Hares sent from the mouth of Hell
to do her bidding.
The sisters are consumed
with jealousy for my success.
I must unleash the hares on them.
But not until the next full moon arrives.
(falling papers)
(heavy orchestral music)
(thump) (gasp)
(solitary string instrument)
(grim harpsichord music)
(crickets)
(wings flap) (weird hissing)
(loud flapping)
(strange hissing)
(mysterious music)
(gate squeaks)
(sinister laughter)
(discordant instruments)
(Pazuzu) - Depravity!
Rot!
More corruption!
(Indistinct)
War! Crime!
(drum)
Hate!
(bellowing instrument)
(drum)
More corruption!
(Indistinct)
. . . On this full moon . . .
More corruption!
More depravity!
(shrill instrument)
(blatty instrument)
(mysterious music)
(clacking)
(harsh music)
(distant boom)
(distant boom)
(frantic string music)
(cracking twigs)
(gasp) (striking sound)
(panicked cry)
(rattling)
(grass rustles)
(grass rustles)
(footsteps on grass)
- Will she break her silence?
(trembling)
Will she break our holy vows?
(scoffs)
We all break our vows eventually.
I broke mine here
in the Secret Garden
under the pillicock tree.
where I gave myself to my lord Pazuzu
and shared the secrets denied by God.
(Trista wimpers)
My Lord
we have brought to you the gentlest dove.
A girl of untainted virtue.
(whimpering)
Imagine the offspring she will bear.
Oh, how she will wail!
(evil laughter)
(sobbing)
- Pleh!
- You are not pure!
She's not a virgin.
- My lord, I was assured.
- You were assured!
- My lord, look how delicate . . .
- She stinks of men!
- My lord, I was assured!
My lord, look how delicate -
(splat) (scream)
(gory squish)
(body collapses)
- Our convent has been rendered leaderless.
I rise to your will, my lord.
- Very well.
Lop off her feet and toss her into the pit.
- As you wish, my lord.
(hopping)
(lands on grass)
(Scream)
(Monstrous roar)
(silence)
(drum beat)
(monstrous roar)
(scream)
(droning strings)
(music fades)
(silence)
(kettle drums beat)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(frantic orchestral string music)
(flames ignite)
(scream)
(eerie choir)
(pounding kettle drums)
(cymbols crashing)
(aggressive bagpipe)
(angry low brass)
(pounding kettle drums)
(scurrying footsteps)
(ominous low strings)
- Now dont be rash, sister!
Think of this as a great opportunity!
I can offer you tremendous powers!
Remember your vows!
(Scream)
(Pazuzu screams)
(explosion)
(gooey impact)
(clacks)
(collapses)
(silence)
(poignant keyboard music)
(bird chirps)
(mysterious plucked music)
(Scream)
(Scream)
(Scream)
(Scream) (monstrous roar)
(thunderous crash)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(crashing bricks)
(Scream)
(energetic string and bell music)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(powerful Dies Irae plays)
(lively orchestral music)