Album: The Voice Of The Landscape

The prophecy

In the beginning, the slow evolution of becoming remained uncontrolled, eras not conditioned by powers gratuitously masters of a universe that represent the eternal witness of rebirth, fallings and cataclysms fallen down on descents and immortal empires.

Man can be considered in the same way of a machine which receips and codifies various inputs for then eject them. Since the night of times he tried to interpret the natural phenomena which derived from his existence. The modern humans are in continuous run because pursued by their fears, the penetrating image of dark brings back to empty spaces to which time doesn't dare to evade, the key of every door is witness of a sort of distrust that unavoidably is handed on, even this last hypotesis can be associated at a receptive - reactive phenomenon that nevertheless risks to bring to self distruction of the species. This is a real prophecy.

Generations of stoical virtues
bands of wayfarers arrived from everywhere
Shall we ever be able to re - exume
old pomps of errant knights?