Between the hammer of heaven
And the anvil of the earth.
Crushed by their fate. Mortals are cursed.
Swallowed by fear.
Engulfed by hate.
Incarnation means destruction.
They sing and dance to escape.
They laugh and drink.
They want to forget their pitiful selves.
They smile and weep on stage.
They act and sing.
They need to erase the scare of themselves.
How heavy a soul can be.
Once corrupted by consciousness.
Fearing the void, being a mess.
They need poison to get dizzy.
(Solo : B.P.)
EVOHE EVOHE
EVOHE EVOHE
Dionysus ! Come to us !
Dionysus ! Come and save us !
EVOHE EVOHE
EVOHE EVOHE