The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa - Sample from Act IV

Yet where to look? All those houses were entirely abandoned, the roads vacant. Unsure, he examined the upward sloping street and the chaos of the sky, until a subtle change caught his eye. Above him, something was materializing. Slowly at first, for the clouds did not alter their colour or soaring course, and then suddenly defined, clearly etched upon the tempestuous exterior of heaven, was the face of Lacrimosa. Huge, disembodied, it stared down critically upon him, seemingly vast enough in...