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