From the Dionysian Days歌词

作词 : Thomas Karlsson/Christofer Johnsson
作曲 : Christofer Johnsson
Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the
Bacchants gather in
ArcadyTo dance on the
Festival of the
TragedyAnd 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
ArcadyGolden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the
Bacchants gather in
ArcadyTo dance on the
Festival of the
TragedyAnd 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