From the Dionysian Days

From the Dionysian Days - 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 mid wood 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 mid wood 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