How much wrath Pentheas reveals his chthonic descent The descendant of the dragon, the seed of native echionas. Not a mortal man but a ferocious beast A deadly giant who fights with the gods Soon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie me While inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupe Do you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius? Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state? Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord! Daughter of Acheloos, great virgin Dierce, Once you accepted in your springs the child of Zeus When the genitor Zeus grabbed him from the immortal fire and placed him in the thigh of the roaring: "Go, Dithyrambos, enter the male womb I reveal you, Bacchos, in Thebes, with the name Dithyrambos" But you, blessed Dirce, bringing wreath-bearing troupes in your banks, you are repelling me Why are you denying me? Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord! Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come... A deadly giant who fights with the gods Soon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie me While inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupe Do you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius? Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state? Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!
This makes my jaw drop it's truly magnificent
How much wrath Pentheas reveals his chthonic descent
The descendant of the dragon, the seed of native echionas.
Not a mortal man but a ferocious beast
A deadly giant who fights with the gods
Soon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie me
While inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupe
Do you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius?
Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?
Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!
Daughter of Acheloos, great virgin Dierce,
Once you accepted in your springs the child of Zeus
When the genitor Zeus grabbed him from the immortal fire and placed him in the thigh of the roaring:
"Go, Dithyrambos, enter the male womb
I reveal you, Bacchos, in Thebes, with the name Dithyrambos"
But you, blessed Dirce, bringing wreath-bearing troupes in your banks, you are repelling me
Why are you denying me?
Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!
Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come...
A deadly giant who fights with the gods
Soon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie me
While inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupe
Do you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius?
Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?
Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!
Holy shit I Love thus Woman.
Powerful song,my favorite one
wish i could read the greek lyrics
Severa calidad de sonido lml
Νομίζω λέει "And the weapons of new wars will kill you" και όχι "will give you"
Επίσης κάπου λέει αντί για sons war....
Εντάξει αλλά λέει στα live αλλά λέει εδώ.....
δηλαδή τί λεει στα live