Interpret:

Therion

Album:

Crowning of Atlantis

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 fruits of ecstasy 


In the midwood twilight, on his pipe plays the faun 
In the green temple, from the dionysian days, watch the dawn. 


Goat-foot God rises your Rod, be free, and know the world 
Hath need of thee and Arcady 
OOGoat-foot God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free. 
Your melody out of Arcady