From the Dionysian Days

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady To dance on the festival of the tragedy And eat the fruit of ecstasy In the midwood twilight On his pipe plays the faun In the green temple, from the Dionysian days, watch the dawn [Chorus] Goat-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 [Pre-Chorus] Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady To dance on the festival of the tragedy And eat the fruit of ecstasy In the midwood twilight On his pipe plays the faun In the green temple, from the Dionysian days, watch the dawn [Chorus] Goat-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 [Guitar Solo]