Binding Circles

Binding circles stunning one by one I've been there once I'll hold 'em Brandishing my thyrsus of delights Upon on the hills observing rites Where maidens rise in frantic haste Sweet are their accents And their ways Of mingling thunders into notes Fill up your cups It's time to Empress seen in such a dishabille Sworn to advocate the public weal Binding circles stunning one by one Binding circles stunning one by one Now all them stories stamped in leather And worshipped far on distant shores With ivy wreaths and torches blazing I wanna hear your dulcet tones