In blood their names were written
To [bad word] their [bad word] Three hundred years have passed
The book still binds
Corbis still waits

It’s what you put your faith in
Return what has been taken
Fiends he’s set to find
They have no eyes
For them it’s too late

It’s pouring down, [bad word] for you

Nearer draws it’s shadow
Furious winds howl
Darker than their souls
The storm arrives
Exposing its pray

Striking without warning
The tempest holds their jury
Judgment has been cast
Falling from the sky
There’s no escape

It’s pouring down, [bad word] for you
The Devil’s Rain

It’s pouring down, [bad word] for you

It’s pouring down, [bad word] for you
The Devil’s Rain

It’s pouring down, [bad word] for you
The Devil’s Rain

It’s pouring down…