Down - Bacchanalia Lyrics

Ringing...of 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 day’s repetition on Sunday
It’s 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