Only the old ones remember

the night of the holy rain

the Earth flowed with milk

flowed with blood-red wine

flowed with the nectar of bees



Only the old ones remember

the night that became a day

when in the glare of bursting forms

the god had become a man

breaking the cosmis chains



Only the old ones remember

the storm that turned worms into eagles

the storm that woke us up



that was the day when the heavens crashed

we fell on our knees, skies fell on our heads

gods have appeared in flesh



invisible drums and pipes announced his triumphant arrival

lustful satyrs, raging bulls guide his shiny litter

women that hunger for life open wide their tender treasuries

heavenly terror, holy grace,

the Aeon of Light came into the world



and the generations rose

thousands by thousands

with their wings and horns

imperceptible