Dionysian desires - drunken revelry!
Let me into the party; let me into the party.
Irrelevant are the tangled masses, the furnace of perspiration.
I need flesh! I need excitement!
So says he of the brotherhood,
So says she of the first years.

And when they return to her room,
and initiate the insincere embrace,
they weep.
They pined for their loves, mourned the loss of dignity.
What is this existence?
What is this filth?