Goblin Hovel - 03. KOBALOS | Текст песни

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• 03. KOBALOS

Muses guide my tongue to sing
An ode to the amphora-keepers
A song for the maenad’s groves
Of the spirit strangers dwelling there

Souvenirs from bacchus journeys
Living essence of the soil
Colored red with ritual wine
And blood of wilderness . . .

The rogues who haunt the mountain groves
The drinking men of Bromius
The shifty dwarves of far flung shores
Let the spirits flow . . .

Io! Io! Kobaloi!

Take the sistrum in your hand
Keep your children locked away!
Our honored guests have been invoked
The bacchanal has just begun!

Though they are but strangers here
Their impudence is never less.
Are you ready to lie with Lust?
Are you ready to Drink with us?

*On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae!
The skins of beasts upon us
Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi!
Come taste the nectar of chaos!
On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae!
With thyrsi in our hands
Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi!
Let the ivy twist from the earth we stand on!

Thieves found by the son of Zeus
Clever tricksters amusing to see
Gifted unto Lydian crown
Evermore to drink and jest!

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