كلمات Following The Rain

Some evil times the wrath becomes me Sometimes it plays with my guitars It always moves smoothly down my strings Passes me on to a new disguise But never shall the wrath become me Never shall it spill the wine Or dine upon my childish little gown Meant to erase your bloody evening frown Skip the sorries and don't matters Forget about my soul's shatters Leave me be with the evil sun The good moon must outrun