There's a creature coming born
Of your pagan blessed
There is thunder coming down

Around your head
Ride the fire now momma
Thunder's come again

A soul to flame and rain down on ya
Red rider said


The hills are running red
Better hide under your bed
Hide your children mother

Thunder red
The hills are turning red
Get on your knees and beg

Thunder red's a-coming
Thunder red


You're reaping nothing more
Than your shamelessness
Then sew it all together

When he comes
Ride it down now momma
Fire's come again

Come to claim the souls to blame and
Riding off with them


The hills are running red
Better hide under your bed
Hide your children mother

Thunder red
The hills are turning red
Get on your knees and beg

Thunder red's a-coming
To get you red


Fathers and nuns, nowhere to run
Four hor!@&( riding on the wind
Momma hide your sons

Daddy get your gun
Four hooves of thunder's come again
Oh, run red


Red thunder's coming home
For your blamelessness

And rolling you forever in your dust
Ride the fire now momma
Thunder's coming again

Ain't no time to hide and cry, get
On your knees and beg