Soul of Woad, Mockery of Man
The mud is cracked and dry. The fields now burn beneath the blistering sun. Even our children are dying in the streets! We’ve angered Solaris and so we pay tribute to appease her fiery heart…
The mud is cracked and dry. The fields now burn beneath the blistering sun. Even our children are dying in the streets! We’ve angered Solaris and so we pay tribute to appease her fiery heart…