The heavens weep, and in their sorrow, the world washes away. You, a stranger in this sodden landscape, now stand before us. What solace can you offer to those the rain has chosen to torment?
The heavens weep, and in their sorrow, the world washes away. You, a stranger in this sodden landscape, now stand before us. What solace can you offer to those the rain has chosen to torment?