Lyrics:
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
fighting 'till I'm shot with lead I'm a shadow, in my tears I drown Crazy bacchants, tear me down, tear me down Oh please Lesbia bring me back to your
EOVE EHCCAI! O.A.I I.A.O! (Shout from the Bacchants and Bacchantes to invoke Dionysus) I drink your dreams The ones above the heart Between your
back to Roar Rhyme after crime Miracle Vine We will disorder to follow the rays of the shunned DEVILS MOON consumed The Nysa, Bacchants
cloaked by the nightsky. Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh. "Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret Riding through the Air she comes Lur'd
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