YOU’RE DROWNING IN THE GRIEF OF JUPITER’S WATER. LET ME OPEN MY TEETH AND CRADLE YOU THERE. THERE’S A BED FOR THE BOY AND A ROPE FOR THE FATHER, BOTH ORPHANED BY HEAVEN WHERE NO CHILD IS SPARED.
YOU’RE DROWNING IN THE GRIEF OF JUPITER’S WATER. LET ME OPEN MY TEETH AND CRADLE YOU THERE. THERE’S A BED FOR THE BOY AND A ROPE FOR THE FATHER, BOTH ORPHANED BY HEAVEN WHERE NO CHILD IS SPARED.