Forest - Horse Latitudes

Beyond the shallow

Sensations of slaves

False beliefs

And empty pride

Beyond the fear

Of life and death

We’ll step aside

And break the chains

In the heart

Of the oldest temple

Lies the new beginning

An end of our kind

Enter the realm

Of timelessness

Join the voiceless

Shrine of decay

«And I saw an eagle flying over in the golden light of the setting Sun…

And by the dusk I saw a snake twisted around a fallen tree.

The snake appeared

to be blind, unmoving.

But when the night had come and the Moon was full,

the silver light reflected from the grey eyes, and all the colors of earth

began to shine…»