Lyrics From the Dionysian Days - Therion

From the Dionysian Days

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
Goot-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world
Hath need of thee and Arcady
Goat-foot God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free
Your melody out of Arcady
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
Goot-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world
Hath need of thee and Arcady
Goat-foot God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free
Your melody out of Arcady