Seline - Bacchanalia (Seline's Roman Tale)

Pour the wine... crush the grapes... Welcome to the feast of Bacchus. (Feast of Bacchus...) Golden goblets overflowing on the marble floor Begging the night for a little bit more Ivy leaves braided in your tangled hair Naked shadows dancing in the torchlight glare Sweet dark nectar dripping down your throat Floating away on a hedonistic note. You taste of fig, you taste of velvet skin This is where the ancient mysteries begin Lay your head back on the velvet couch Surrendering to every gentle touch... Bacchanalia, burning in the night Sacrificing reason to the candlelight Drifting in the wine, wild and untamed In the arms of Bacchus, no one is ashamed! Laurel wreaths slipping as the bodies intertwine Lost in the worship of the sacred vine Uncensored passion on the ancient stone Tonight you belong to the feast alone No tomorrow, no rules to keep Only the ecstasy before we sleep. Drink from my cup, my love... Let the wine spill over your chest. Now worship the goddess. Bacchanalia, burning in the night Sacrificing reason to the candlelight Drifting in the wine, wild and untamed In the arms of Bacchus, no one is ashamed! The feast is over... Sleep in the ivy.