Seed of Dionysus

from A Parting Gift by Spires

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So if I must accord my flesh with desolation
My dying will, to drink the spirit to embalm the soul
The fruits of suffering are strewn across the mountains of antiquity
So I must swill the grapes of revelry and dance into the grave

As I journey through this fallow land, would my pleasure be a burden to the humming wind?
Isn’t it better to give birth to joy, in the shadow of oblivion, if only for myself?
With my given time, I choose to live with dispassionate indulgence in the heart

I used to writhe with the disconnect of serving mankind, serving the gods
Oh, but could it be said that this struggle within is a barrier?
And so I choose to serve myself

So bring the seed of Dionysus
And plant a garden of obscene delights
May the droughts pass with our suffering
And may our harvest surpass our toil

If I peer beyond my gaze, will I witness my unravelling atomic state?
So bring me honey, bring me flesh, so I may banish this oblivion, if only for a time
Under skies that beat a discordant cadence, I dance far from myself
For I must gorge the senses for the reckoning

Unto dust I donate this husk
I leave nothing to entrust

As this rapture soaks me from within
Still I absorb the downpour to prolong the ecstasy
This inflated delirium of now
Is nothing to the jagged splinters of eternity

So sadness is, and shall remain a virtue to the righteous
And pleasure must remain the parasite that clings to higher deeds
The fruits of gluttony are sewn into the fabric of our history
So I must settle for the joy I can unpick with servile hands

So take the seed of Dionysus
And burn this garden of obscene delights
Throw my senses to fiery depths
Never to dictate my path again
If the droughts pass with our suffering
May the rains restore our tears
And may our harvest never be the goal, only the consequence

As this rapture leaves my broken mass
Still I cling to the memory, to prolong the agony
This deflated delirium of yore
Lies ruptured on the jagged splinters of eternity


from A Parting Gift, released September 28, 2018


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Spires Manchester, UK

Spires are a four piece Progressive Metal band, based in Manchester, UK. Formed in 2008, the band quickly garnered attention with their 2010 debut 'Spiral of Ascension', and equally lauded follow up 'The Whisperer'. Accompanied by extensive touring throughout UK and Europe, Spires amassed an army of loyal supporters

In September 2018 they released their epic third album 'A Parting Gift'.
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