Publisher's Synopsis
I o f I V
Blood washes these eyes with violence and painbecause people like me will never forget the torments of youth
we must live through them again and again
and I see the road stretched out before my feet How many times must I travel this path
before I finally discover where I am going?
how many times will I fire this weaponry
before I am finally free of the demons that torment me? In the Lost Cities, abandoned by time,
I get down on my knees and pray to the Gods for mercy
they only laugh and say my name:
Orakle, Orakle, Orakle
