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Silent barocco of shredded light coils of rays plaited together with chains of flesh such a calm morning... and the earth's crust explodes with the carpet of thousand flowers music of all spheres ... |
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He is back! aroused women wash their naked bodies in bubbling springs of sweet dark wine the whole world will dance in this joyful time everything blossoms, even the stones sing dithyrambs |
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His golden hair streams in the wind as he dances with the nymphs |
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Be thou our king! |
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Be thou our king! maenads - his hunting dogs - are now unleashed frenzied women devvour their crying children phalli carved out of stone plough cold dead wombs |
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Hail Zagreus! |
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Hail Bromios! |
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Let the Great |
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Hunt begin... |
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His golden hair streams in the wind as he spills the blood of his enemies |
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Be thou our king! |
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Be thou our king! |
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Delight of |
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Mortals, The |
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One Who Breaks the |
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Chains Gloria!!! |
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God of Many |
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Joys, Giver of |
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Wine Gloria!!! |
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Lord of Souls, |
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Eater of Raw |
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Flesh Gloria!!! |
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The One Who |
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Chages his |
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Forms Gloria!!! |
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The One Who |
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Delights in |
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Sword and |
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Bloodshed |
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Gloria!!! |
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Prince of |
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Daylight and the |
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Underworld |
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Darkness Gloria!!! |
