What customs theses people were attracted to:
It would seem like light of freedom that God would grant.
The landscape of dreams in the waking world in a land so abundant;
Where rain had nourished with life, all the grass and trees with green.
The beauty of orgies amidst the cool wind, under the shade of evergreen trees,
Twisted sacraments and forbidden practices to savor indulgence all the more;
To be ignorant of the deficiency of a depreciated heaven on earth.
The brightest light in the bluest sky, delight that makes life seem worth living;
The anticipation and alleviation of worldly love, pleasure of taking, pleasure of giving.
But after a while, the light rusts old,
from sterling silver to ephemeral gold;
and leaves them behind as their deterioration unfolds.
Thus, the dark ruins, of what has passed, we suffer today,
With stars kept, only behind a glass, to contemplate.
