Rosary in expert hands

On the day after the faith
seems to have had its great Triumph
I see time passing like under
a rosary in expert hands

in my head the Mythts are flying
speaking each one a different language
I can't find the useful prayer
to make my heart less heavy

And also the Mountain 
the biggest here around 
it's going on hiding 
among a Mount of clouds 

so nothing and nobody 
can give answers to me 
and I am still alone 
with books and the doubts 

I've forgotten who I am
may be I have never never known it
and there is no one can call me
with my real name again

no the saint are not the gods
it is something we forgot
in these days that are the most
uncertain we've known

And also the Mountain 
the biggest here around 
it's going on hiding 
among a Mount of clouds 

so nothing and nobody 
can give answers to me 
and I am still alone 
with books and the doubts