White Cell-Cult of Luna

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.