Silent barocco of shredded lightcoils of rays plaited togetherwith chains of fleshsuch a calm morning...and the earth's crust explodeswith the carpet of thousand flowersmusic of all spheres...He is back!aroused women wash their naked bodiesin bubbling springs of sweet dark winethe whole world will dance in this joyful timeeverything blossoms, even the stones sing dithyrambsHis golden hair streams in the windas he dances with the nymphsBe thou our king! Be thou our king!maenads - his hunting dogs - are now unleashedfrenzied women devvour their crying childrenphalli carved out of stone plough cold dead wombsHail Zagreus! Hail Bromios! Let the Great Hunt begin...His golden hair streams in the windas he spills the blood of his enemiesBe thou our king! Be thou our king!Delight of Mortals, The One Who Breaks the ChainsGloria!!!God of Many Joys, Giver of WineGloria!!!Lord of Souls, Eater of Raw FleshGloria!!!The One Who Chages his FormsGloria!!!The One Who Delights in Sword and BloodshedGloria!!!Prince of Daylight and the Underworld DarknessGloria!!! |
