Testo di Time

Hours, day and nights went by and our hidden activities were more seldom carried out I spent my free time thinking about what to do I thought about our past and I realised that in the end our rituals were as fake as a mass There was nothing listening to our prayers All that we had done was pure falsity Just fantasy and imagination We had created an illusion and our minds wanted to see it We were the incorporated blindness I still had the dark knowledge I read about but to me it was pure philosophy and folk superstition Practically, beliefs and stories magnified as the time went by