It was the age of the great Knowledge The thought was lighter than the air But it burned more than fire The age of the non tradition Of the minds power Of the Order and of the Purity The weight of the power can be suffocating As I already said once As I already lived once The corruption consumes the man And that was the Original Sin Ab baratro sine fine fugat Propagat usque ad hoc tempus Et tempus futurus iam itum est The amphitheater of the eternal wisdom Temple of the primitive wisdom Its by now a distant dream That often change into nightmare
tempus, wisdom, propagat, fugat, itum