| 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 |