Slayer Raining Blood Lyrics Novels & Stories

Wars become our shadow, haunting us down, We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown. They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram, Unknown that they only want us to go scram. -G -==- "Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."

"You're the light, you're the night You're the colour of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much, so much. You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high. Follow me to the dark. Let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you brought to life, to life. So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do. Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do. Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do. What are you waiting for? Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find.

It wasn’t water. It was red. Scarlet droplets splattered against her cloak, the ruined walls, the cracked stones at her feet. Thick and warm and metallic. Nyxar cursed, drawing her closer. “Blood rain,” he muttered. “A sign of waking.” Lyra tilted her head to the sky and her pulse stumbled. High above, something moved behind the clouds. A shape too vast to name. Not formed of flesh or wing or smoke, but intention. A pressure against the world itself.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

As fat droplets of rain began to fall, I threw out my hands and willed them to stop. Weight pressed down on me. I could feel the rain wanting to continue on its path—wanting to do as nature commanded it. Fists clenched, the rain solidified and changed, becoming impossibly hard. A headache pulsed at my temples, but I flung every sharpened drop at the demon charging mine and Ryker’s way. They sliced into the creature, causing deep wounds that spilled obsidian blood. I heard a shout and turned to help when something slammed into my body. There was a brief fragment of weightlessness as I was thrown into the air, only to hit the ground like a pebble skipping across the surface of a pond.

USSF lances rain from orbit—blood-pattern beams screaming down, piercing clean through matriarch flesh. The triad lashes desperate—tendrils whipping supersonic, gravity crushing armor, illusions of drowned London flooding minds with screams of the dead. Pain lances—blood in mouth. But we hold. Bond flares across the Court—power surging shared. I channel everything—crown, blood, storm, rage. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying divine fury. Swarm screams real—shattering glass miles away. Trinity fractures—shadow unraveling, bone crumbling, river boiling.

Lira (POV) I dream in blood. Not memories. Not visions. Just moments—ripped raw from the marrow and threaded together with barbed wire. Draven’s breath in my ear, hot and smug. The slick sound of flesh tearing. My own voice—hoarse, guttural—begging not for mercy but for clarity. Tell me why. Tell me what I did to deserve this.

The boy didn't listen to me though, taking his jacket off and folding the sleeves of his shirt up instead. "Ryder? Don't be stupid, the roof of the garage is too abrupt, you're gonna slip and fall." I pressed my head on the door, watching Ryder place his hands on the edge of the roof and start lifting himself with an inhuman force. And the irony of the destiny made that a lightning stroke the sky on that exact moment and it began raining, making everything a lot slippery. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I cursed with a sigh, opening the door and moving out in the rain. Ryder was now advancing slowly to the window, his body and clothes becoming soaked.

Wind as violent as a tornado carrying me somewhere unknown to the human world. Strange whispers and incoherent words touch my ears but in all these whispers I can hear only one particular alluring voice clearly " let me be the strongest of all Who deserves to desire pure love in this rainy nightfall. Light the path of my soul in the sky and give me the power of the purest soul at this moment in exchange for my blood to bind them with me for eternity"

I’ve fell in the ground and that’s when I saw a light coming through my direction. It was just like before when I am feeling the rain, young and crying because I am lost. The feeling of being alone and fearing for my life reoccurs on me. The blood drips more and I’ve coughed too much blood. The light is shining in it’s own way and it brings me back to the feeling of loneliness and endless pain.