Hymn to Dionysus 
The God of All Things Wild
Dionysus! Wanderer of field and forest 
Long grasses and wiry shrubs 
As the sacred wine is within the jeweled cup 
So are you within all things wild
You are the whirlwind of mighty change upon the abstracted 
Tearer-down of great cities, burning temples and sculptures 
That mankind may see what is living
Typhoon! Famine! Violent death! 
Such is the revenge of Dionysus 
Upon those who forget their true heritage 
And take upon themselves the lives of others 
Beware, liars, slanderers, gossips, cheats 
The over-civilized and the under-sensitive 
Philosophers, logicians, money-lenders, and those that feel in words 
For your script will be burnt and your logic destroyed 
And your gaping emptiness will be filled by the powers 
Of savage and inborn truth.
Dionysus is the reality of Nature 
Hidden deep within the body 
Blood-lust, desire, and naked fear 
Love and hatred based on instinct 
Drunkenness barring true direction 
Violence showing man's true home 
Dizziness causing veering footsteps 
To find the true path once again.
Within the grasp of his powerful hands 
Is the secret of change and sudden awareness
He looses chains and breaks down walls 
He opens the vast unknown potential 
Of the human soul.
His are the worshipers of wild, free Nature 
Whose roots have been blasted asunder 
The powerfully loving ones 
The ones of keen perception 
They follow the dance of Dionysus 
They follow the call of their own hearts 
Flowing like a river through the winding pathways 
Singing again the ancient songs 
Of dying trees and withered stems 
Of new beginnings and lightning crashing.
Such are the lovers of Dionysus! 
Let me be one!