Woorden: Cult Of Luna. White Cell.

Where is the rain that purifies and retaliates?
Where is the one I begged for strength to carry on?
Speak to me, I have followed through.
Deliver me from guilt. Take me home

To the source of white light I offer my place.
My sacrifice for its life.
The guilt that stains me vanishes on the other side.

Where is the rain that purifies and retaliates?
Where is the one I begged for strength to carry on?

Walking along the river's flow.
A journey away from original sin.

You and I merge, we become one.