Kjetil Nernes - Mænads lyrics

Let's raise our gla**es to the mænads The drunken, raving ones Who in intoxicated exaltation Will hunt you down Who will howl and bellow Who will let you taste their naked flesh Under fawn fox skins and with thieves' can't Wrap their snakes around They lick the honey-trickle From vine-clad long sticks Let's propose a toast to substitutes and prostitutes Those who lay naked spread on panther skin After the maniacal revelling and raging hysteria And feats of madness and loud bang of drums And crashing of cymbals, sparagmos and omophagia Praise the rapture of these rites You'll find yourselves within a droning frenzy You'll find yourselves engirdled by moist, damp bodies Of the women of the Amphissa Whose mouths are greedy with blood A drop of blood on carnal lips Are licked with an ivy-poisoned tongue Wild, lively eyes project venereal ardour And what will you do? You will raise your gla** for good health Pour me some more! As I slide my fingertip down the rima vulva As I s** milk from phantom breasts Lap wine from Earth's womb While serpents glide through sweat In a ritualistic movement Let's raise our gla**es to these nurses And praise their mere existence To the mountains! To the mountains!