Recorded live at Images on 1998 this our jam song
This song is about freedom. The silver horses signify the wandering souls who are trying to enter heaven. I was always taught as a catholic that purgatory was a resting place located between heaven and hell and it was a place where people who did wrong (but nothing too serious) would stay until they received enough prayers and could then be released to heaven. I tried to create a contrast between the catholic nun (virgin sister) and the prostitute who are both awaiting the call of god. We are all prisoners of this world. Either to materialism, oppression or whatever it may be. Yet we all have free will and the ability to make the right choices and only then will we know true freedom. Only then can we reach that haven of ultimate desire.
The Silver Horses
They gallop to the shore.
The red light district is screaming for its whore
The dancing shadows are thrown against the wall
A virgin sister is waiting for the call
The cliff walls crumble
From years of misery
A spirit lingers
Is stuck in purgatory.
The pit is deeper
Deeper than the sea.
Roaming Hades for all eternity.
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
As they gallop to the open shore from prison doors to open shore.
They gallop to the open shore from prison doors
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Never knowing freedom before.
The blood gets colder
Thats running through my veins.
Those horses pick up speed
Im tightening the reins
Their flared up nostrils are breathing bloody fire.
To reach a haven of ultimate desire.
chorus
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
As they gallop to the open shore from prison doors to open shore
They gallop to the open shore from prison doors Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Never knowing freedom before.