Tori Amos - Raining Blood

Trapped, in purgatory, a lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal, and death
I said, she said, death will be their, acquisition

The sky is turning red, return to power draws near
Fall, onto me, onto er er er hour
Fall, onto me, the sky's crimson tears

Abolish the rules, abolish the rules, made of stone

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now, ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal, your time slips away
Raining blood, Raining blood

From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror, creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood, hhh