heavy spirits, wretched, forlorn. Joyless and dismal, stricken with grief. Lightning evades a world overhead. Angels in tears, sadness rains. Pouring
skies turning gray My demons stand before me, and taunt my every thought The only way to cleanse my soul, is drown my dirt with rain Water now engulfs
Preklad: Novembra Doom. Smútok Rains.