W.A.S.P. - Thunder Red

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