Strange dreams heralded Your coming
Intense, vivid, real
Ivy and mead, yes, but more:
Drums in the distance, heavy and echoing
Spears and swords gleamed
Fangs shone
Something deeper and darker
Slather and blood dripped
Grinning
You stir them up
Drinking
Dancing
Howling
At first I cannot follow your footsteps
I cannot follow your rhythm
I cannot dance with you
I am too afraid
You stir them up with that bestial grin
That snapping of teeth and pawing the earth
That thudding of Your thyrsus
You stir them up with that roar
That shaking of Your body
That unbridled ferocity
You stir them up
You stir them up
You stir them up
How can I do other than follow my soul
As it leads me to dance
As it leads me to release
As it leads me to rage
Your wolfish grin invites
The forest unfolding
Come and be who you are
Io! Io! Io!
O Enualios!
O Holy Wild One!
O Dionysus!