Lux Occulta Blessed By The Rain
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
