Thunder Red - W.A.S.P.

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 horsemen 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