Rain of Hell
Ann Wilson
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Rain, rain, rain of hell
Rain, rain rain, rain of hell
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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 hell