Angra: Winds of destination

[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 groundLike a river branching red linesAnguish is all aroundHope yielding to despairLife is a circumstanceAny minute slips awayGod, please look upon us allDo you give a damn?Dancing in the airSpinning leaves in circles givingpleasure to my eyesSadden my delightWhen the joy is over laying scatteredon the groundOh! The sun will riseThe beginning of creationOh! Into the skiesOn the Winds of DestinationCarry us away...Secret ark of SolomonHidden in the temple wreck...for the kingMany years and centuriesTill seven knights from the orderDown the tunnels of the pastLearning from the undisclosed...all the way!Holding dreams on zealous handsAll those archivesLost and wastedSomewhere in the battle fieldsFarewell to common worldTemplars are watchingand guarding the scrollsShields of faith the knights beholdAll Manuscripts of the sacredlaws are thereDancing in the airSpinning leaves in circlesGiving pleasure to my eyes...arise!Oh! The sun will riseThe beginning of creationOh! Into the skiesOn the Winds of DestinationCarry us awayOld leaves will be fallingOld trees will remainWhirlwind carries you awayFor tomorrow be the same