"Sometimes, as he walked the cracked, ruined road, he would think back, remember that these feet had..."

“Sometimes, as he walked the cracked, ruined road, he would think back, remember that these feet had once trod through a different world, now scarcely plausible in the face of this empty vision. Onwards, though, onwards he laboured, and never did the scene change, presenting him with ever more desolation, tempting him quietly towards despair.”

- Despair in the other world of The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa - Out Now - Read More …