It gets dark at times… And somehow you find yourself five years older. But you hardly remember what happened during this time. Sitting on the riverside, you try hard to understand what went wrong but you never find an answer. Only the sound of a long forgotten tune rises a feeling of revenge and pride, in an orbital sense of confusion. As the notes diffuse from the speakers in this tempered summer night you wake and pick up the dusted guitar and begin to play…
“Correvano anni migliori, amico mio.”
Some words, some verses, some melodies, lots of heaviness and anger. The gentle sound of the piano and the death metal vibes brake the quiet evening, soon replaced by melodies and soft intermissions… Simple but complex, powerful yet delicate. Let yourself sink inside this vision… A vision from a forgotten age, frozen in the stillness of time.