The sun descended from the clouds onto the sea, and then sank into the night like a veil. The firelight was reflected on the sky by the lake, imprinting the faces full of celebration. When the smoke of conversion dissipated, the curling smoke of cooking rose, and the aroma of food wafted in the sea breeze. The Taino's wooden drums beat, the drum sound echoed in the central square of Iron Bay Town. Young men and women danced to the rhythm of the drums, half-bare and pairing off, with excitement and joy on their faces, while the elder sang hoarse songs of blessing in their ears!
"Dong, dong, dong!... Sun Supreme God Vizilopo, He descended from the distant high mountains, paddling a sharp long boat, came to Cuba's fertile land... He brought golden light, guiding golden warriors, leading the tribes of the warm land, defeating the white evil tribe drifting from the sea!..."
