Only the old ones rememberthe night of the holy rainthe Earth flowed with milkflowed with blood-red wineflowed with the nectar of beesOnly the old ones rememberthe night that became a daywhen in the glare of bursting formsthe god had become a manbreaking the cosmis chainsOnly the old ones rememberthe storm that turned worms into eaglesthe storm that woke us upthat was the day when the heavens crashedwe fell on our knees, skies fell on our headsgods have appeared in fleshinvisible drums and pipes announced his triumphant arrivallustful satyrs, raging bulls guide his shiny litterwomen that hunger for life open wide their tender treasuriesheavenly terror, holy grace,the Aeon of Light came into the worldand the generations rosethousands by thousandswith their wings and hornsimperceptible |
