The rain of hell irrigates the flowers And runs red like a river's in the street The children cry in crumbling towers And the soldiers march on frozen feet
Crackling warnings on the radio Mother's tears and hot blood fill the sky Hungry flames swallow up the daylight And the nightmare bleeds the old ones dry
Rain, rain, rain of hell Rain, rain rain, rain of hell
The bed is cold where you're not lying The pillow where your head did never rest I feel your breath and listen to your sighing My love, my love you're taking to your test
Rain, rain rain, rain of hell Rain, rain rain rain, rain of hell
Rain, rain rain, rain of hell Rain rain rain rain, rain of hell Rain, rain, rain of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
