After the hunt, maenads gather with fire in their eyes.
They feel the urge to watch the fire. Cycle of life.
Their strange procession so well hidden.
Soon piercing the fog, one goal in mind.
The purpose is to feed, to feed the fire.
A primordial semen. Godly fluid. Fire divine.
Living animals screaming in fear, promised to Him.
Protector of the dead ! Don’t shed a tear. In death they live.
Twisting their spines, tearing their lives apart.
Each part of their bodies scattered in their bloody hands.
A last pulse then death. Drops of blood tainting the ground.
Twisting their lives. Tearing their bodies apart.
The warm flesh is bitten by the teeth of insane women.
Flesh is consumed. The cycle of life is complete.
Fecondation. When dead meat equals semen.
The warm flesh is scattered by the horde of insane women.
Chtonic circles, heavenly territories, bearing the fire of Dionysus.
By the Styx… A god has just brought death.
By the Styx… And birthed a terrifying life.
(Solo : L.B.)