Zeus rains upon us
And from the sky comes down
Enormous water
Rivers have turned to ice
Dash down the water
Throw a log on the fire
And mix the flattering
Wine and bind on round our foreheads
Soft ceremonial wreaths of spun fleece
We must not let our spirits give way to grief
And from the sky comes down
Enormous water
Rivers have turned to ice
Dash down the water
Throw a log on the fire
And mix the flattering
Wine and bind on round our foreheads
Soft ceremonial wreaths of spun fleece
We must not let our spirits give way to grief