In vineyards lush, where grapevines intertwine, Dionysus walks, with spirit so divine. God of the vine, where laughter flows like wine, His revels echo through the realms of time.

With ivy crown and cup of nectar sweet, He dances wild to life’s most fervent beat. In celebration, joy, and ecstasy, He brings release from sorrow’s dark decree.

Through forests deep and on the mountains high, His followers in frenzied chorus cry. The god of wine, of theater, and song, In his embrace, our spirits dance along.

O Dionysus, with your fervor bright, In every festal heart, you light the night. Through joyous rites and passions deep we see, In every toast and cheer, you set us free.