[In 1123, two noble men from Europe and seven Knights
Crusaders were nominated to
guard the ruins of the
Temple of Solomon and to protect the Christians
who came to
visit the holy places. They were called Templar.
Down the tunnels of the temple wreck they
found relics and
manuscripts which contained the essence of the secret traditions
of
Judaism and ancient Egypt, some of which probably went back
to the day of Moses. Freedom of
intellectual thought and the
restoration of one and universal religion was their secret
object.
To the eyes of God, every life manifestation is the same.
There is no
special path prepared for us.
A human being isn't worth more than a whirlwind carrying
fallen leaves.
We're all being carried by the same Winds of Destination.]
Blood is flowing on the ground
Like a river branching red lines
Anguish is all
around
Hope yielding to despair

Life is a circumstance
Any minute slips
away
God, please look upon us all
Do you give a damn?

Dancing in the
air
Spinning leaves in circles giving
pleasure to my eyes
Sadden my delight When the joy is over laying scattered
on the ground

Oh! The sun will
rise
The beginning of creation
Oh! Into the skies
On the Winds of
Destination
Carry us away...

Secret ark of Solomon
Hidden in the temple
wreck...
for the king
Many years and centuries
Till seven knights from the
order

Down the tunnels of the past
Learning from the undisclosed...
all
the way!
Holding dreams on zealous hands
All those archives
Lost and wasted Somewhere in the battle fields

Farewell to common world
Templars are
watching
and guarding the scrolls
Shields of faith the knights behold
All
Manuscripts of the sacred
laws are there

Dancing in the air
Spinning
leaves in circles
Giving pleasure to my eyes

...arise!

Oh! The
sun will rise
The beginning of creation
Oh! Into the skies
On the Winds of
Destination
Carry us away

Old leaves will be falling
Old trees will
remain
Whirlwind carries you away
For tomorrow be the same