Bacchanalia

Ringingof glory

Play

Worship this left to rise

Deeper flow than this institution

Unfamiliar, kill the mister

Train the trickster

In the kingdom

In this part, yeah

Every kid here knows

Creeping on the legacies of

One days repetition on Sunday

Its no reason even that it is performed

Bacchanalia

Swallow in ruins a sea of poison

Stooping at the doorway

Mouth to feed

There is an ocean waiting

And the wind blows

And the wind blows

There is an ocean waiting

And the wind blows

And the wind blows

There is an ocean waiting

And the wind blows

And the wind blows

There is an ocean waiting

And the wind blows

And the wind blows