therion from the dionysian days şarkı sözleri
Golden apples from the grove fall down the treeAnd make all the bacchants gather in arcadyTo dance on the festival of the tragedyAnd eat the fruits of ecstasyIn the midwood twilight, on his pipe plays the faunIn the green temple, from the dionysian days, watch the dawn.Goot-foot god rise your rod, be free, know the worldHath need of thee and arcadyOogoat-foot god, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free.Your melody out of arcady
