Lyrics - From The Dionysian Days by Therion

Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the
Bacchants gather in
Arcady
To dance on the
Festival of the
Tragedy
And eat the fruits of ecstasy
In the midwood twilight, on his pipe plays the faun
In the green temple, from the dionysian days, watch the dawn.
Goat-foot
God rises your
Rod, be free, and know the world
Hath need of thee and
Arcady
OOGoat-foot
God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free.
Your melody out of
Arcady

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