THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Then I hear my heart sing: Go!  Go to the mountains.  There in the mountains is your clan’s rock; upon it stands the stone tower; near it lies the vault.  There the sky becomes closer, there is silence and the music of pure mountain rivers, there you can wait for the end of this era, this Iron Age, in which people once more have gone mad.  And long this music resounds in me.

Sadulaev/Chechen