Silent barocco of shredded light Coils of rays plaited together With chains of flesh Such a calm morning... And the earths crust explodes With the carpet of thousand flowers Music of all spheres ...He is back! Aroused women wash their naked bodies In bubbling springs of sweet dark wine The whole world will dance in this joyful time Everything blossoms, even the stones sing dithyrambs His golden hair streams in the wind As he dances with the nymphs Be thou our king! Be thou our king! Maenads his hunting dogs are now unleashed Frenzied women devvour their crying children Phalli carved out of stone plough cold dead wombs Hail Zagreus! Hail Bromios! Let the Great Hunt begin... His golden hair streams in the wind As he spills the blood of his enemies Be thou our king! Be thou our king! Delight of Mortals, The One Who Breaks the Chains Gloria!!! God of Many Joys, Giver of Wine Gloria!!! Lord of Souls, Eater of Raw Flesh Gloria!!! The One Who Chages his Forms Gloria!!! The One Who Delights in Sword and Bloodshed Gloria!!! Prince of Daylight and the Underworld Darkness Gloria!!!
gloria, thou, king, hail, delight