Lux Occulta

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