Sons of
Ekstasis

Turn the music up, burn the shadows and the shame This is a fire that we're allowed to claim One foot in the real, one foot in the divine The blood in our viens is turning into wine... Dionysian Fire, ignite the night Sons of ecstasy, bathe in UV light Spin me round until the gravity can't hold us anymore No filter, no facade, this is what we came for."

"I trace the ivy paths tattooed on your chest Of all the boys in Athens, baby you're the best... You're the friction in the rhythm, the fever in the blood We're drowning in the violet haze, rolling in the flood. My bull-horned lover let them scream your name Dionysus... But you are mine Let's go home."