Oh Dionysios! God of good grapes
Ground into fine wines
And fruitful madness, lashing vines
Crushing sadness! And the lack
Of anything to hold us back
From love or death or doom
Fate unweaver, break the loom
Lend me hunger and adoration
Unchain now my base elation
Dionysios! Intoxicate!
I neither wish to think nor wait.








