The full conscience of the cosmic harmony Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch It is time when the night numbs from the frost The time when the goat comes deep red With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands His teeth glitters, he smells the Archipelagos rising I see him! The gods are nothing more than Vampires Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow The mind of the poet flutters Then Apollon rises