Silent barocco of shredded light

coils of rays plaited together

with chains of flesh

such a calm morning...

and the earth's 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!!!